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5 ♐ Video ♐ Serious McSeriousface

[Well, that certainly is Darkleer appearing on the screen today. You would think him of all people would want to avoid showing up on the network with the thought bubbles running about. His is even right behind him, floating serenely. It's not shaped like some others may be. In fact, it's square, relatively flat, and almost seems like a window of some sort. Huh.]

[It soon becomes obvious that he's not worried because the thought window is certainly a busy little bee. Even as he pulls away from the SFC he's placed on his workbench, it's already flashing with images, all crowded against one another. Wires, motors, gears and pistons and mathematical equations of all sorts. They're stringed and pulled together, solving more than just one invention, more than one idea that he is mulling over and trying to piece together in his mind. Schematics. It's all schematics.]

[Settling himself, Darkleer adjusts his shades- still the same cheap ones he's been wearing since he gave the Psiioniic his original pair- and begins to quietly speak.]

I normally do not indulge in video, but something seems that for some reason, the buttons on my communicator have yet to work. It is going to take a while to fix them properly, so I decided that I would simply make a post now.

[In one corner of the thought window, another schematic is being made, the lines in blue. It looks like a large bird of some kind, but it disappears from view quick enough.]

The last time I contacted the network, it was to discuss a way of learning more about this place. In one of the conversations I had, we discussed about the invasions Vatheon is occasionally prone to. It was agreed that multiple safehouses set across the bubble.

[If one is looking closely, behind all the ideas and inventions and schematics that is in Darkleer's mind, they could possibly see a map of Vatheon.]

When I say 'multiple' safehouses, I do not mean every second building, nor do I mean a fortified fortress. But it would be ill advised to have merely one safehouse. What if someone is on an entirely different level of the city, after all?

I would like input on this idea.

[Encrypted to the Vatheon Defense Force]

After recent events that have been occurring, particularly to individuals that I know, I would like to offer some assistance. While normally the residents of this city are more or less... peaceful, I have noticed an increase, however brief, in dangerous individuals coming to the city. Their targets are not always able to use their communication device to contact help.

I'd like to discuss a solution I have in mind. Preferably with those in charge, but I believe the rest of you should have your own say as well.

[Two new images in the thought window: one dissecting an intricate mechanical bug and another of, strangely enough, a bow and arrow.]

[Encrypted to Dualscar.]

[Darkleer pause for a moment, a bit awkward before clearing his throat.]

If you are not busy with other matters, sir, I believe we should speak. Preferably in person.

[The image of the mechanical bug from before is made a bit more obvious amongst everything else, the wings color-coded, strangely enough, in orange as more details are put into them, constantly being rearranged and configured to Darkleer's liking.]

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That was a public exchange!

[So scandalized!]

...Yes?

I was beginning to think lewd and inappropriate thoughts where anyone could see them.

[Summoner why are you you]

So?

[...That might have been a very quiet and distressed whinny in the back of his throat.]

[You heard nothing.]

What are they going to think of me?

Meaning?

[His smiles grows a little, eyes a little more sinister as he stares.]

[Bing...bing.]

Meaning they are going to think me some sort of perverted, lewd, disgusting excuse for an individual, and- and-

[His thought window seems happily active, in the meanwhile. Summoner may quite certainly see himself, now, wearing nothing but pants and that delicious, devious, commanding smirk. At his feet is a completely bare certain blueblood, a collar around his throat that forces him to look upwards with a pleading and aroused expression on his face as Summoner pulls at the leash...]

[Darkleer makes another noise, going positively blue and beads of sweat gathering at his temples. Hastily, he finds a tarp of some kind and tosses it over the window.]

You are doing this on purpose, you nefarious rogue!

But babe, you are perverted and lewd. And dear screaming prophet not at all disgusting. Such the opposite.

[Smiles, happily enjoying the view in the other troll's bubble. Lame, he didn't get any images, just words.]

Maybe, but when am I not doing it 'on purpose'? And uh, when am i not a 'nefarious rogue'? Isn't that something you like about me, Tink? [Faux pout.]

Yes, well, you are my matesprit, you would...

[Huffing, trying to settle down again, covering the lower half of his face with one hand.]

You know it is, I just... Goodness.

You just?

[Smiles smiles smiles.]

You... just, should uncover that thought bubble I think.

[A very soft, low groan.]

Lysunder, the children... They're still home...

I can stop if that's what you really want?

Or you could just- [Slow rise of his head.] -find something to shut yourself up with.

[This is so, so not fair. Nnngh. Darkleer shudders before abruptly getting up and suddenly striding quickly off-screen.]

[A moment later, passing by the screen again with Dural on one arm. Disappearing again. The sound of a door opening, then closing, then locking.]

[Darkleer eventually comes back to his seat and begins to fiddle with the tarp on his thought window nervously.]

This is lewd, and vulgar, and perverse, and improper, and obscene, and lecherous...

[But it's really only a shallow imitation of a fight.]

And you're still going with it, because you are lewd, and vulgar, and perverse, and improper, and obscene, and lecherous. [He says all of those words quickly, pronouncing them in a very precise and articulate fashion with some hissing and sneering going on before he grins.]

Tarp, gone, let me see.

Oh god.

[Quickly, before he can make any more noises, Darkleer shoves two large fingers between his lips and just quivers for a moment. Hearing Summoner say those words, call him that, order him...]

[Shaking just slightly, his hand goes to remove the tarp.]

[What originally started out on the bubble now seems almost tame in comparison to the image which is now projected. Darkleer still has the collar on, yes, but it has been upgraded with the addition of a ballgag and a blindfold. Ropes have been tied all around his body in an intricate pattern, including a means of restraining him, ahem, down by his bulge. Arms locked behind him, legs folded and spread wide, and a certain General behind him, mouth moving and saying something but it is as Darkleer said. This bubble is one without sound.]

[Although it should definitely be noted that both gag and blindfold are certainly marked with a vivid orange sign...]

[♉]

[Darkleer keeps his head turned away, breathing had through his nose and with his fingers still in his mouth, pressing down against his tongue. His other hand is clenching the tarp hard.]

...Now.

[He starts, staring at the scene in the bubble. Summoner rests the palm on his hand on his cheek and stares, saying nothing after the break off before looking back to Darkleer. His face looks a little more surprised than anything else.]

I knew you had, a uh... a powerplay kink. But I never thought it was that, uhh...strong of one.

[He moves, going to tap the fingers of his right with the ones of his left, looking thoughtfully up. His own bubble, still out of the camera's view makes a few more 'bing' noises and achievement notices pop up.]

Lets see how far these boundaries bend, so I, um, can get a feel for what I'm working with here, okay?

[Slowly, Darkleer removes his fingers and just looks awkwardly back at the screen. The tilt of his eyebrows makes it more than obvious what his expression must be.]

It does not have to be a constant. It does not have to be involved at all, really...

[The image in the thought bubble is quickly being wiped clean, swept away by schematics and binary. There doesn't seem to be the same kind of energy to it all as last time, however.]

It would be unbecoming to request too much... I am well aware that not everyone shares my sentiments.

Your 'sentiments'? Darkleer, if it means I get to please and see the other enjoy it, then I'm interested. I want to do it. Besides, it's fun. [Smirks, shrugging as he leans back a bit.]

You serving me gets you off, which gets me off. It's like, me serving you as well, serving you by doing as you enjoy, and that in itself serves me right back. So me serving you really serves me by serving you while it makes it seem like you're serving me under my command. Get it, blue boy?

[Darkleer listens patiently to the long ramble of a simile, and the more he hears, the more he relaxes, and by the time Summoner is done with it, there is a tentative smile on his face like he's not sure it should be there.]

I understand quite well, yes. There is no need to worry.

I suppose I'm just a bit... nervous. It can be difficult at times to find someone who is both interested in such things and.... trustworthy, as well.

[The wires in his schematics are slowly taking life of their own, twisting in the patterns from the more perverse image of before.]

It's part of the reason why I am not as... flirtatious as you, I suppose.

Hmm, we could always have a stop word? Like, if I do something or uh, if you want to quit for some reason, or I do, we just say it. And perhaps, a uh, distinguished gesture as well, in case your mouth isn't really..., uh, open to be saying anything at the time.

[Smirk.]

But I'm perfectly fine with playing the master type for you, if that's what you enjoy.

I would enjoy that very much, as a matter of fact.

[He ducks his head to smile a bit more. Another corner of the thought bubble, little mechanical hearts are put together.]

I would enjoy that with you in particular very much. Ah, that's right- [He shakes his head slightly and looks up again.] You were asking about my... limits, correct?

[A new bing of an achievement, if it could be seen it'd merely read, "Acknowledged how adorabull Darkleer can be."]

Yeah.

Uh, let's start at sensory deprivation? Um, what senses do you prefer taken away in relation to others? And with that, touch deprivation, uh specifically in relation to climax deprivation, yes so, and for how long? Is it all right to leave you completely unattended to or sexually bound to stew in your arousal? Or do you prefer given relief after the aggressor has finished their end?

[Sorry for the brief delay, Summoner, Darkleer just needs a second to get control of himself because hearing the orangeblood say all this is one of the sexiest things he has ever heard.]

[(There are now sex toys hidden amongst all those little mechanical hearts.)]

As I'm sure you noticed, I have absolutely no qualms against having my sight temporarily taken away. The same can be said for sound. Climax deprivation... [A deep breath.] Hours. While being given release after your own would no doubt be a relief, I am quite certainly... fond of being unattended and, left to stew, as you said.

[He runs one hand through his hair.]

Deferring to what plans you may have, of course.

[A moment, mentally noting, and a 'bing' from his thought bubble. Occasionally his own gaze flickers to watch the bubble hovering near the blue blood's head, but he makes no references to it now.]

[A breath, face thoughtful. Despite the topic, Summoner's keeping it very formal and business like.]

All right. Next, different degrees of pain based punishment specifically the physical variety. What is preferred and what is disliked? For example, blunt force damage, yes or no? If so, what parts of the body do you prefer, or what parts would you prefer not to have that particular punishment used on? Other examples, burning, biting, cuts, by either claw or blade or what have you, friction burn, pierce damage, bone breaking, fang removal, any degree of ocular or oral pain stimulus either by the previous stated methods or others. And continued.

Edited 2012-03-13 05:54 (UTC)

Blunt force damage will do very little against my body unless it is near a naturally sensitive area such as my eyes. It's the way it is simply built. I trust you not to be too severe; I cannot afford to be too wounded in this place, especially with what we know can happen here. That said, burning, biting, cuts, friction burns, and oral pain is acceptable.

Bone breaking is unacceptable and... [The professional demeanor he'd taken on is now broken as he awkwardly rubs at his face. Childhood memories, man.] I'd prefer to keep my teeth intact, thank you.

My feet are off limits in terms of most of those, and... Please avoid my eyes and hands, unless, for the latter, it is for the most shallow of wounds.

[As both archer and inventor, his sight and his hands are some of the most important things to him. He can't bear to lose them.]

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