#[ CH'EN HUI-CHIEH ] + [ THERE'S AN INFECTION IN LUNGMEN & IT'S TAKING OVER THE WORLD ]

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@whoxyouxhate​​ said: “And just WHERE do you think you’re putting your hands?” @ W

“Rest assured~~” Voice seemed to SING with a certain amount of AMUSED GLEE as she continued the pat down, hands lingering a little TOO LONG at Chen’s breasts and hips before slipping behind to grope at the superintendent’s ass. “This is AAAALL protocol, Officer Law...” What kind of protocol? Anyone on guard duty being caught doing THIS would be fired for sexual harassment WITHOUT. A. DOUBT. But Ch’en wasn’t in Lungmen. Nor was she dealing with a Lungmenite Guard. Here she was in REUNION’s base dealing with a PSYCHO who had an UNHEALTHY OBSESSION WITH HER. Oh, and Talulah was around somewhere. W had heard Ch’en was here SPECIFICALLY for her sister. (Maybe that was why she was ACTING OUT?) Pass continued down Ch’en’s legs where W slipped down to a crouch, smirking up at Ch’en from below. “If you’re not happy��‘bout it, just say. But SOMEONE has ta make sure you don’t bring a lethal weapon, y’know?” And it had to be HER? No. The actual Reunion Member in charge of this shit was hog tied and gagged in the next room.

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@whoxyouxhate​​ said: ❛  stop  hogging  all  the  blankets !  ❜

"Nmhh..." Sleepy groan caught itself halfway between COMFORT & FRUSTRATION as Swire only bundled up the blankies around all the more, graspy-clutchy hands clinging for  DEAR LIFE with no intention of giving it up. All the while nuzzling closer and-- Did she just INHALE Ch'en's scent? "Hog yourself..." Cheek rubbed itself happily against the blanket and at times like this she certainly began to look more like a PRIMITIVE HOUSECAT than a PROUD BITCH. "Am tired. And comfy. And this shit's designer." Not to mention that the POWER GRID had crashed with Ch'en making the call that it was most important to restore mains power to the RESIDENTIAL & COMMERCIAL DISTRICTS. Which meant the L.G.D were stuck with an emergency power generator that only allowed NECESSARY TECHNOLOGIES in the headquarters to be operational. "You can have a blanky when the power's back." Inadvertent brush of her ASS against her superior as she all but curled up in and around the blankies. THEY WEREN'T EVEN FULLY COVERING HER. And neither was her nightgown at this point.

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@whoxyouxhate​​ said: ❛  shit ,   did  someone  just  knock  on  the  door ?  ❜

Heart raced, clit THROBBING, groans reverberating across lips from Caitlyn to the Chief Inspector. This was SUICIDE in every possible interpretation of the word. What were they even right now? Locked lips, crashed hips, Caitlyn's nails digging into Ch'en's shoulder as her other hand cupped at her superior's cheeks, gently SCRATCHING down her cheekbones. "Mmmhhh. God..." Ch'en's family would no doubt DISAPPROVE and being caught like this would UNDOUBTEDLY ruin the reputation of Caitlyn's family. Not to mention her MARRIAGE. But... "God, I've not been touched like--" FREEZE. Heart thumping against her rib cage as she turned worrisome eyes toward the door. Who... "Please tell me you weren't expecting company, Captain." Chest was KNOTTING NOW. And yet Caitlyn bit  her lip all the same. Something about the thought of being CAUGHT only seemed to make this hotter. But how would CH'EN react?

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A figure for the closing of time: the antagonist, divine Void of vacant word, one final answer to be heard I will carry my decree into a storm of lead This is total war, my want for tolerance is dead (To my last breath) I am someone to hate (I am someone to hate) I will spit upon the idol for which you stand I will carry the weight (I will carry the weight) I will bury your deception with a wrathful hand Heart is cold, and my weapons are washed in blood I avow to the call on high My resolve in the blessed above In this ever-consuming divide A figure for the closing of time: the antithesis, defined Threat to faith untrue, I am the enemy of you All you advocates of Hell, you corruptors of free will The culling is nigh, better get your fill (To my last breath) I am someone to hate (I am someone to hate) I will spit upon the idol for which you stand I will carry the weight (I will carry the weight) I will bury your deception with a wrathful hand

Heart is cold, and my weapons are washed in blood I avow to the call on high My resolve in the blessed above In this ever-consuming divide I am the cry for the falling of time Born into the lust within our eyes Taught to write the scriptures for our lives (We inherit the lies) (To my last breath) (To my final day)

Heart is cold, and my weapons are washed in blood I avow to the call on high My resolve in the blessed above In this ever-consuming divide

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@whoxyouxhate​ said: ❝ do you mind if we stay like this for a little longer? ❞ @ Talulah

Not a word passed Talulah's lips at that question. Not right away, at least. Instead those eyes of MOLTEN GOLD just stared deep into the night, shimmering with thought as she held her sister close. This had to be a mistake. Nowhere in Talulah's plan had she included the part where she HUGGED HER SISTER. And yet here they were. Quite literally, PLAYING WITH FIRE. And all for WHAT? A fleeting moment of affection before life choice TORE THEM APART ONCE MORE? Finally she sighed... "You know we can't..." They'd each chosen their path. At least, chosen what they COULD of the paths they were led down. Ch'en by Wei, and Talulah by the Duke. Their paths were only ever destined to converge ONE WAY. And karma would come for them for denying fate the way they currently were. "You've got people worried about you. And I--..." Talulah had an ENDLESS amount of war crimes to her name. And more to come. She fell silent once more and pulled Ch'en closer still, leaning in to kiss the girl's forehead and nuzzle gently into blue hair. That gentle had long become ALIEN to Talulah. Yet Ch'en seemed to remind her of it ALL THE SAME. "It just..." Wasn't meant to be...

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@whoxyouxhate​​ said: “I can’t let you sleep on the floor. Here, get in bed with me.” @ Whoever

“I-I’m good.” Yuhsia lied through CHATTERING TEETH as she hugged herself closer, curling up into the TIGHTEST, TINIEST BALL SHE COULD MANAGE. Was it spite or pride that kept her from accepting her old friend’s offer? Because she was damn sure gonna catch hypothermia right about now. Reunion had SWEPT ACROSS Lungmen; Damn near burning the place to the ground. All that remained was RUINS & RAIN. What had brought them back here? Old hope and bad memories? Not that it mattered now as they took shelter in Ch’en’s now-flooded estate. “I’ve had worse nights in the SEWERS, remember?” She was but a RAT after all; As Swire so INSISTED on reminding her. “Survived this long without you...” But maybe there was something MORE to it than that? Yuhsia couldn’t quite seem to place it... But maybe, much like being back in this house -- Or, at least, what was LEFT of it... -- Brought back memories of their youth... Perhaps, so, too, would being back in Ch’en’s bed bring back memories of Yuhsia’s decade-gone CRUSH? She’d never told her at the time. Just made her PROMISE to stay. A promise Ch’en had broken. And, with it, Yuhsia’s HEART. She’d made good on her own promise to never let ANYONE get that close EVER again. But... But old feelings still lingered. And... “It’s just a little wat-- ACHOO!!” Girl was gonna catch a cold. Or WORSE.

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@whoxyouxhate​ said: ❛  i’m  gonna  go  shower …   you  wanna  join ?  ❜

SQUEAK. Crimson eyes snapped wide. Had Makoto EVER made that noise before? Had she ever even FROZEN UP LIKE THIS? Even with all that she'd seen in her days? The death of her mom. The death of her dad. The SPIRAL of her sister. Broken arms. Rape cases. Suicide attempts. Pedofilia. And every single kind of SIN in between... But nothing frightened her quite like SOCIALIZATION & INTIMACY. It was all so... ALIEN to her. "Sh-Shower?" She looked like a PUPPY that had been caught misbehaving as she glanced across to the Chief Inspector. "W-With... You?" Hard gulp. Hot flush. "AHEM..." She cleared her throat, tugging at her turtleneck's collar and trying to just BREATHE. "Isn't that a little inappropriate, Madam Ch'en?" Genuine question considering she WAS her sister's BOSS. (But then, wasn’t it also inappropriate for Makoto to be fronting a COVERT VIGILANTE GROUP in aid of the INFECTED?) "W-Why... Would you even want to shower with me?" What else could it possibly mean? Confusing THROB of her clit between pencil thighs. Makoto hadn’t exactly considered her LESBIAN, or even BISEXUAL. Though, Ann & Eiko had sometimes made her wonder. And APPARENTLY, she could add Madam Ch’en Hui-Chieh, Chief Inspector of the Lungmen Guard Department’s Special Inspection Unit to that list. And, most alarmingly, she was also the first of those three to actually make her clit ACHE to be touched. "U-Umm... You mean like... A c-communal shower?" They WERE at the L.G.D Headquarters after all. (Or did Ch'en have a private shower?) "...Right?"

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@whoxyouxhate​​ said: ❛ gun . wield a gun at my muse .

North dropped her gun immediately, raising her arms and taking a DEEP BREATH. Shit. Things just went from BAD to WORSE it would appear. "Madam Ch'en..." Dark eyes sheened with an INTENSE RATIONALITY, glaring holes through the chief inspector. "What even brings you down here?" To the SLUMS OF LUNGMEN. "Just another gunshot in the ghetto. Couldn't you have sent a petty officer?" Heart thundered against her INFECTED chest and swallowed hard, shifting slightly in posture to try to hard the BRUISE that dotted her neck and ran down to her breasts. "So you gonna arrest me?" She'd HOPED to get to Penguin Logistics, or even REUNION before that had happened. But Lungmen wasn't to be underesetimated. The second she'd fired that gun. Put that BASTARD down. They'd already been responding. "Do you even have time for that? Something tells me you weren't this ready for a few gang shootings." Reunion was evidently even more DANGEROUS than the L.G.D had let on...

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Well, this seemed FITTING, didn’t it? Almost like they were back to how it all should have been... Minus ONE obvious difference... (Talulah was never coming back.) Thank Heavens for small mercies, she supposed, that they’d reached a point now where not only was Yuhsia SPEAKING TO THEM, but that she (and, perhaps even more surprisingly, CH’EN) had remotely agreed to this whole idea. On the surface it was all so SIMPLE: A luxury apartment as furbished by Swire’s own family company. A roaring fire. Mood lighting to match. An aquarium beneath the living space’s coffee table. And what amounted to an almost UNNATURAL greenery just outside the glass that made up the north wall. This was the closest thing to HOME that Swire had. All the way down to the PIANO & GRANDFATHER CLOCK each costing north of one-point-five million. The closest thing outside of the dorm she shared with Ch’en (and about a hundred other officers). Perhaps an even BIGGER miracle than the set up, was just how much Swire had thus far managed to GET AWAY WITH. Coming up RIGHT OUTTA WORK, Swire had opted thus far to just discard her jacket, kick away her boots, pull open half of her shirt and just TACKLED Ch’en into the corner sofa, bodies tangling up as her far-too-exposed bra-clad tits pressed against her ‘superior’s’ own, skirt riding up as legs slipped BETWEEN & AROUND Ch’en’s own. “So whaddaya think?”

This was a MISTAKE. Seriously, how in any kind of logic had they somehow ended up HERE. Yuhsia never should’ve let her guard down or allowed herself to be TALKED INTO THIS. Especially knowing just how Swire and Ch’en were -- Attached at the hip, even when they SWORE they WEREN’T. They’d always been that way. Far closer than they’d give each other (or even themselves) credit for. Talk about ANNOYING. Didn’t help matters that within seconds of entering the apartment, her two ‘friends’ -- QUOTE. UN. FUCKING. QUOTE. -- Had got themselves all tangled up and cosy on the couch. Well, okay, she wouldn’t exactly call CH’EN cosy just yet. The jury was still out on that one and OH-BOY was Yuhsia watching like a goddamn HAWK. (Rather ironically, actually... For a MOUSE.) “What do I think?” Girl swallowed down her jealousy, biting her tongue as a long-forgotten (she’d tried to forget at least) crush welled up once more in her chest. A finger scraped itself along the marble oak coffee table as lilac eyes BURNED HOLES into the crouching tiger and hidden dragon. She NEEDED Ch’en to push her away. If they did ANYTHING for her in her godforsaken life, could they at least have the decency to do THAT? Upon reaching the end, she turned on her heel, slipping down into the stand alone chair, mind racing and outpacing her HEART which felt like it was just about to EXPLODE. “It’s an obnoxiously garish ego-stroke if nothing else.” But then wasn’t that just SWIRE’S PERSONALITY?

“What do you think, Ch’en?” As she spoke the girl’s name, something SUBCONSCIOUS happened. Something not even YUHSIA seemed to be cognizant of: ...Upon speaking Ch’en’s name, as if EXPECTING to garner her attention, Yuhsia slipped off her own boots and curled stocking clad calves up beneath her thighs, purple dress riding up EVERY SO SLIGHTLY as she side-eyed the pair. “It’s a modern fashion disaster, no?” Wasn’t that what investigators called a LEADING QUESTION? Did Yuhsia WANT to hear Ch’en insult their friend’s place? (Maybe a little...)

“Tsch.” Eye TWITCHED at the barrage of insults. “I should’ve expected that from a rat whose only TASTE comes from whatever shit the rest of us flushed away...” Nudge to Ch’en’s throat with her nose. Why on TERRA was Swire being THIS FORWARD right now? Had it anything to do with the three glasses of champagne she’d had while ANXIOUSLY filing the last of her operational reports in an attempt to kill off any and all WORRIES she’d had for tonight? (Most definitely.) “Tell her, Ch’en. You like my apartment, riiiight?”

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Beatrix Schwire MIIIIIIIIGHT have been drunk. As in. Very. Very. VERY. Drunk. The kind of drunk she'd traipsed many a lecherous thug into a jail cell for. And it was all her fault. All the fault of STUPID Ch'en Hui-Chieh. Her 'Superior'. The Chief Superintendent of the Lungmen Guard Department. And her BEST FRIEND of what had to be going on TWENTY-TWO YEARS. She was just so fucking PRETTY and didn't ever seem to take ANY of Swire's SHIT and God what a TURN ON that was. Girl was like this unconquerable puzzle. This entirely stalwart and immovable aspect of her existence. So AUTHENTICALLY and UNAPOLOGETICALLY HER. God, it made Swire SICK. Actually, that was the alcohol. Especially given the way she'd been mixing GIN and BRANDY tonight. With a glass or two of CHAMPAGNE. Bubbles and spirits did NOT mix. But dammit, she needed the DUTCH COURAGE or the IRISHMAN'S AMNESIA or... Or SOMETHING. That last one wasn't even a thing. Was Dutch Courage even a thing? Anyway, she... Door creaked open and Swire glanced up, blurry vision unsteady as she-- "Oh, SHIT!!" Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She FORGOT that Ch’en was on bar duty tonight. This was a disaster! No way could she let Ch’en see her like THIS. Especially not when it was BECAUSE OF HER. And no, that wasn’t for Ch’en’s benefit. That was entirely for the sake of Swire’s EGO. Wait. Where was she going? Brain seemed to be on autopilot as double vision settle back into one, verdant eyes LINGERING on her friend’s rouged lips. Pushing out from the bar, Swire took steps across the hard tiled floor, stomping her way over with a CLACK of heels befor-- Oh no. No, no, no. BRAIN. No. STOP. BRAAAIIN!! But it was too late, Swire had already sauntered drunkenly over, knocking into a VERY upset patron and knocking over a stool to piss off the BARTENDER for good measure before she grabbed at Ch’en’s cheeks and SLAMMING their lips together. “Mmmmnfhhh...” Tasted like HEAVEN. 

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@whoxyouxhate​​ said: “Don’t tell people we’ve slept together. Or at least don’t word it like that…” @ Swire

"But we HAVE slept together. Hell, we've basically LIVED TOGETHER since secondary school." From dorm mates in VICTORIA to dorm mates in the L.G.D. The more things change... "If they read too much into that, that's THEIR problem." Wait a fucking. "H-Hey! What's WRONG with me wording it like that?! Is the idea of fucking me really THAT REPULSIVE?" Hand was pressed DRAMATICALLY to her chest, eyes wide but teeth gritted. The detail in which the DEVIL was in just happened to be her TEETH. The only part of her demeanor that didn't try to pass off her statement as PLAYFUL or DERISIVE. "I mean, come. ON. You can't say ya haven't thought about sleeping with me like THAT. And doesn't the idea of people thinking of us doing the dirty kinda excite you?" Or maybe it was just Swire THINKING of doing the dirty with Ch'en Hui-Chieh that was exciting her. (It definitely was.) "What else am I supposed to tell them?"

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@whoxyouxhate​​ said: ❛ indulge . find my muse drinking to cope .

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the Chief of the S.I.U." Words had been spoken LOUD & PROUD, almost as if W was TRYING to draw attention as she spun on her heel and leant back against Ch'en's table, smirking down with DERISION. "Oh, how the mighty have fallen~~..." Melodic voice seemed to LAUGH. "C'mon, don't tell me I've ruined your life THAT MUCH, Officer." The sheer fact that W was HERE, prancing around Ch'en's city as WANTED CRIMINAL, right in front of the woman's face, seemed to suggest W wasn't quite DONE in the department. "How 'bout this. Imma get you one round on me, then we BLOW THIS JOINT?" Spoken as if they were BEST FRIENDS rather than MORTAL ENEMIES. "I got more nudes."

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@whoxyouxhate​ said: ❝ that paperwork seems awfully boring… wouldn’t i look better on your desk? ❞ (Ch'en probs drunk @ Swire)

Verdant eyes rolled as fangs bit down on Swire’s tongue and she let an extra second pass by before glancing toward her senior. “It is. But unlike SOMEONE -- Who is a little too merry tonight -- I’VE still got work to do...” Still those eyes, hungering emerald pools as they were, SWEPT THEMSELVES across Ch’en’s drunken form, taking in EVERY. LAST. INCH. “Why the drinking? We going to celebrate you FINALLY giving the Senior Superintendent position over me to me?” Wry smirk. A girl could DREAM, couldn’t she? After all, it wasn’t like she was ever going to OUT-PERFORM her childhood friend. “Or are you just here to cost me my job?” She seriously better not be playing on the HOSHIGUMA SIDE. “Wait. Where’s Hoshiguma? You didn’t go out with her tonight, did you?” And what the fuck was it to SWIRE if she did? Had she seriously just MADE HERSELF JEALOUS based purely and entirely on a HYPOTHETICAL? (Certainly SOUNDED jealous...) Another flagrantly obvious check out of her friend’s HOT AS FUCK BOD. (Who could blame her?) “Should I take this as permission from my boss to do this when SHE’s trying to finish the end-of-week paperwork?” Brow raised. Oh, she would ABSOLUTELY milk this at the earliest opportunity.

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@whoxyouxhate​ said:  ❛ hand . hold out a hand for my muse to take .

Blink. Blink. Blink. Aerith’s gaze affixed itself to Ch’en’s hand, outstretched toward her. Brow knitted. “Uhmm...” HARD SWALLOW before gaze swiped back up Ch’en’s LITHE body to meet DECEPTIVELY VIBRANT eyes. “Why?” Glance around, taking in surrounding. Perhaps the WHY had something to do with the conference of media and big-wigs surrounding them? Was Ch’en keeping her close to keep her SAFE? Was that also why they’d given her a complete makeover for the event? To FIT IN? Why couldn’t she just go back to the slums? Where it was FAMILIAR. “You know I’m Infected, right? They know?” What was Lungmen’s play? How much they did they know of Aerith’s past? Of her POWERS? Would she be DEAD ALREADY if not for her resonance with Originium? “I don’t have much choice but to play along, do I?” Wry smile as she took the Lung’s hand, counting seconds and keeping wits about her; Waiting out Ch’en’s NEXT MOVE.