Nairda lay in a dazed stupor all night. When the morning sun shone over the horizon and the nocturnal mold crops closed up their spores for the day, he continued to stare straight ahead at the stucco ceiling, his mind still several hours behind from the marathon of impossibly kinky sexcapades he'd just experienced.
What will I do now? he wondered, now that I've experienced the best day in my entire life?
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As the daylight shone through the open window, Emilena found herself rousing from a dreamless sleep. But it was going to take a lot more than consciousness to get her out of bed, she decided. She was perfectly content to lie here for the rest of her aching, miserably sore life.
Last night was a dizzy blur, and not the good kind that came from tripping on multiple drugs in the privacy of one's safe house. Slowly her brain mentally pieced together the events involving Stryker, Vergil, and something with Lily at the end...
I'll worry about that all later, she thought wearily. Got to make sure she was still in one working piece first.
She tried to raise her arm and hissed. Her joint was not happy to be disturbed. Slowly she shifted onto her side so she could face away from the window, and realized that she felt...crusty.
What the hell? She scraped a dried film off of her stomach, confused. That was certainly not part of her memories from last night...
She became aware of the sound of running water. Someone was in the apartment shower. Combat instincts flaring up, she rolled off the bed and creeped to the bathroom door. Grabbing the clothes iron from the empty closet, she listened for a few minutes, hoping to gather some information about the intruder's gender or weight.
Then the shower turned off, so Emilena threw caution to the wind and kicked the door open. Swinging the iron reflexively, she barely prevented herself from braining the startled fuchsia blur that flailed backwards screaming. "Flora?"
"Please don't kill me! Oh god I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" Flora tried to dive out of the shower, got tangled in the curtain and wound up sprawled on the floor cowering in a ball. "Please don't!"
"You didn't mean to what?" Emilena took a few mental steps backward and tied some clues together. "Flora, did you..?"
"I didn't-- I-I shouldn't have, and I'm so sorry!" Flora sobbed hysterically, backing up into the corner and viewing the clothes iron with wide open eyes.
Emilena set the iron aside. "Flora, look, could you please calm down? I have a really bad migraine already and you're not helping!" When the folf couldn't stop panicking and babbling apologetic gibberish, Emilena pinned her and wrapped her hands around Flora's snout. "Flora," she said sternly. "I'm not. Going. To hurt you. Do you understand?"
Flora nodded her head, still shaking uncontrollably.
"Good. Now, I'm going to let go, you're going to sit down with me, and we're going to talk about this. Okay?" When the folf didn't object, Emilena grabbed her by the arm and directed her back to the bed.
Tears were still running down Flora's face. "I know it was bad," she whimpered, "I knew you would kill me, I don't why I did it, I just..."
"Quiet." Emilena sighed as blissful silence reasserted itself. "I don't want to hear what you have to say. I probably already know. Just let me talk."
She took a few moments to collect her thoughts. "Now, first of all, I don't really care that you raped me. So stop apologizing. I've been through much worse in the past 24 hours, and I would have loved if some of them had let me fall unconscious before doing their thing. Okay? But that said, this isn't happening again."
"I know," Flora nodded quickly. Her face was bright red and she was short on breath. "It won't, I promise. I'll never do it to anyone again!"
"Don't promise that," Emilena rolled her eyes. "You're a teenager, you're going to keep doing dumb shit. But maybe this is a good opportunity to for us to talk a little. I haven't been paying you the attention you deserve as a member of the gang." Emilena sighed again. "It's all been taken up by Nairda and his worthless problems."
Flora sniffed and finally met her eye. She was only now realizing that she wasn't about to die. "Okay, if you want to..."
(OOC: Converstion got long so I split it into two parts. If you had things to do last night, you can put them in your next post, just nobody seemed to protest a timeskip in the Skype chat.)