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Been a while since I finished something of note. For those of you who remember, I penned up another story in the "Digger" series last year before I took a hiatus of sorts. I left the story with a lead of sorts into another story, but never felt compelled to work on it. I figured since it's a new year, why not; and thus, this one was created. I will admit though that I had some problems writing this one. I wanted to touch upon a different sort of tickling, and was trying to come up with something unique. I went back to re-read an old favorite story of mine (Elfewja's "Zucchini – Or – The Truth of Non-Fiction Within Fiction") and I knew right away I wanted to try a similar approach with my own characters without blatantly using the method from his story.
I managed to do that in two different regards, but I also feel as though I skimped over some parts in my rush to get it done, but hopefully it's still coherent enough to stand on it's own merits. That's enough out of me; on with the show! :redstar: :feather:
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The woman struggled against the bindings she currently found herself stuck in, but it was looking to be a crapshoot. Her hands were shackled together at the wrist, secured to something above her it seemed, because no matter how hard she thrashed, she couldn't pull them down. Moving her legs revealed to her that her ankles were shackled down together as well, leaving her feet to dangle off the edge of either a step, or a jutting wall fixture.
She wasn't sure where inside the Rido Ruins she was, but she did know that without a doubt, she wasn't going anywhere in a hurry.
And if things couldn't get any worse, the woman was blindfolded as well. She hadn't the faintest idea of where the others were. Lenne remembered that she and Jentan were chasing that girl...
Yeah... that's right... little Miss Milina.
Lenne felt it all coming back to her now. The chase and the subsequent aftermath... They had been chasing her down one of the corridors when one of the reaverbots inside attacked the duo. Jentan told her to go ahead, and that he'd catch up. So she ran ahead, intent on catching the girl, and that was when something solid hit her from behind, knocking her out. She didn't know just how long she'd been out, but she sure didn't like the position she'd found herself waking up to. Her guess was that she was still inside of the Rido ruins, from the sound of the low hum coming from some machinery nearby.
Physically, she seemed to be alright, save for the dull throb at the base of her head... Who was it that tied her up here? Perhaps it was that Milina... no... she didn't exactly seem the type to do something like this. Still, through the annoyance of pain, she noticed that something had happened to her boots. The feeling of cool, damp air against her bare feet wasn't the best feeling to wake to. Still, she had to get out of here and regroup with the others, boots or not. She tried the bindings once more, and once again, she was left disappointed. If only whoever did this hadn't blindfolded me. I could at least see where the hell I am.
Seeing as how there weren't many options left to her, she decided to let loose a low whisper– “...Hey! Is anyone here...?”
Nothing except for silence greeted her hissing voice, so she waited another few seconds then tried again, a bit louder this time.
“... Jentan? ...Ronnen?” Dull thrums of oddball machinery, and no humans within earrange it seemed. Lenne was starting to get a little worried. “Hey! Anyone there? Oh... bloody hell..” the last bit murmured harshly under her breath. The woman bit her lip, letting out a long sigh all the while. Surely whatever got her hadn't gotten the other two, right? They'd come for her... it's just...
Going to take a bit of time, and probably a bit of luck on my end as well. Tch... Maybe mum was right... I should have taken up that job with her and Skylarck when I had the chance. Boy, if he could see me now... I wouldn't hear the end of it from that little–
Off towards her left, she heard the sound of soft footsteps... the gentle smack of flip-flop against heels.
“So... we meet again; and so soon too. Fancy that!” the feminine voice chimed out, barely able to contain the grin spreading across her youthful face.
Wait... I recognize that voice–
“You... no... You've got to be kidding me!” came the heated retort. Thrashing about, Lenne hadn't the faintest idea that Milina simply stood by, watching her futile attempts at escaping. “Oh, what's wrong, Lenne? Aren't you happy to see me again? Well... I suppose you can't see anything right now, can you?” she snickered, coming to a stop just a few feet away from her helpless captive. “Very funny. Why don't you release me, and I'll show you just how happy I am right now?” The younger woman elicited a sigh whilst she crossed her arms. “No can do, I'm afraid. If I remember correctly, I found myself in very much the same predicament as you are now, not too long ago. My, how times change...”
Lenne swallowed hard. The girl was right; of course, she had a very good idea of what was about to happen, but perhaps there was some way out of it. “Now... you know it wasn't my idea to tie you up. I was just following orders! You know that... right? It was Ronnen's idea!” Her head thrashed around, while she listened to the sound of footsteps walking around her. In a flash, she felt the blindfold being pulled from around her eyes; it took a moment for her to adjust to the dim light inside the room. The redhead stepped around and bent down to meet her eye-to-eye. “Oh... so naïve. I wonder if Ronnen would say the same if he were here instead of you right now... I wonder...”
Lenne's expression turned sour. “Why don't you go ask him then? In fact, why don't you just untie me, and I'll go ask him myself. That sounds like an absolutely wonderful idea to me.”
Milina smiled and wagged a finger before her eyes. “Tsk tsk... not so fast. You and I have a little catching up to do–“ Taking a lock of the woman's long hair, Milina gently twirled it around her finger before letting it fall back down to her chest. Standing straight once more, the girl turned and crouched down next to a small satchel laying on the ground. “–You should count yourself lucky! This is the first time I've done this sort of thing to someone. Aren't you lucky!”
Right, I'm just so overjoyed. Tch.. I wish she'd just hurry up...
“So... I have to ask–“ the older woman started, feeling her legs tense while she watched the girl put on a rather strange pair of gloves. “–How did you pull off that ambush? Why was that reaverbot following you around; I figured it would have been trying to rip you apart... no offense.” Tugging on the blue gloves, Milina paused and chuckled a bit. “Oh... that? I just did a little reprogramming on it's central processing unit after I shot a few static-rounds into it. I saw you and the big guy earlier, so I decided that a little retribution was in order. The hack was only good for half an hour, and by the time I ran across you two again, it was only a few minutes until it's central core shut down and re-started.”
Standing once more, Milina eyed her catch up and down, quite pleased with her explanation. With hands on hips, she watched the raven-haired pirate turn away, not wanting to meet her gaze. “So, any last requests before we get started? I won't have long, I figure. Not with the way your friend took out that 'bot, at least. I managed to set up a little jammer of sorts, but it's pretty sketchy; just in case you were thinking of trying to contact either of them.”
A scoff of sorts passed over the pirate's lipsticked mouth. “Am I supposed to be worried? They'll find me sooner or later, you can count on that, hun.” she retorted, watching the girl crouch at her side before kicking off her sandals. “No, I didn't expect that you'd be worried, just annoyed.” the girl grinned, before resting her gloved hands against the tight fitting shirt. Slowly and easily, she began poking and proding the woman, waiting and listening for the little tell-tale signs of laughter to present itself. Lenne did her best to keep composed, but there was something a bit... odd, about the whole situation. It seemed to her that there was a vibration of sorts coming from every spot that Milina gently touched. Even though her shirt, she could feel it, plain as day. It... didn't tickle per se, but it made it rather troublesome keeping a stoic composure.
“H..Hey... What's with the g-gloves? Worried you might catch cooties?” Lenne joked, feeling the subtle vibrations along her midriff and sides begin to increase. “Oh, these? They're a special gift from a friend of mine. I had them special made for a different reason, but they seem to be doing the trick for keeping you entertained.” The digger began to knead into the pirate's sides, finally getting the woman to crack a smile before clenching her eyes shut. Milina smiled a wide grin, flashing her teeth at the sight of the pirate losing her composure. Of course, it's probably a good thing I didn't tell Noel what I was really going to use these gloves for... Oh well.
“You know what the neat thing about these gloves are?”
Little snippets of laughter began trickling out from the corner's of Lenne's mouth. She let her head fall to her bosom in an attempt to shut out the ever-growing vibrations from where Milina dug her fingers into. “They were built with small servo-motors that allow the gloves to elicite vibrations, depending on how much force is exerted by my fingers and hands. I'm sure you already figured that out though, which is why you're trying so hard not to laugh, am I right?”
“M..Milina... I.. heheheehe...”
The younger woman raised a curious eyebrow; “Oh? Is something funny, Lenne? Care to share with the rest of us?” she replied, grabbing firm hold of the woman's ribs with each hand. The sensations of all the vibrations wriggling over her skin caused the woman to let out a maniacal howl of laughter, followed by a fit of high-pitched giggling. “Heeheehehaahaha S-Stahaap–!“
Milina pulled her hands from around the pirate's ribcage, letting the flustered woman catch her breath while she pondered what to do next. “You know, I was thinking about leaving you here, to be honest. I think that this was a much better idea, don't you agree?” Lenne picked her head up; saw the broad grin plastered across the girl's face, and instantly clenched her teeth in frustration. “Alright! You've gotten your revenge, not let me out of this thing! If you don't, I promise you, I'll give you double what I did last time.” came the heated response.
She watched Milina walk down to where her legs were; dragging one of those devlish gloved fingers down her leg all the while. The vibrations eminating from the gloves made her sigh a little, if not start to worry slightly. “Wow, who would've known you have such cute feet, Lenne. It's a real shame you keep them hidden inside of those stuffy boots though...” the girl noted, giving them a look over. Her nails were nicely filed, set into a square styled shape. Shiny black polish matched the color of her hair, and was a stark contrast to the light tone of her feet. The soles of her feet were lightly colored at the heel, and along the balls of her feet; another such result from parading around in boots no less. “Well, I can't exactly go around like you do, love; wearing flip-flops and jeans, now could I?” she replied, instantly wishing she hadn't.
While she spoke, Milina took it upon herself to grab hold of the very tips of her smallest toes between her thumb and forefinger. The girl spent a few seconds rolling them around between the padded material before moving onto the next toes, and so on. When she had finished taking hold of the tips, she moved down the stalks, pinching a little harder to send more vibrations coursing along. As a result of this tactic, Lenne's expression went from a sort of a surprised grimace, to a pursed lip smile. “Oh, lighten up, will you?” Milina teased, skittering her fingers up and down the woman's toes, causing her to snort and laugh while she half-heartedly attempted to contain her emotion. The girl noticed that when she scratched along the base of her toes, they would spread and gently twitch, while her legs spasmed and twitched all-the-while.
Bringing her digits to rest on the balls of the girl's curvy feet, she began to gently massage her feet, letting the gloves themselves do most of the work. What started as snickers and teases of laughter turned into something more pleasurable, albeit still a bit tickly. Lenne closed her crimson colored eyes, feeling herself beginning to relax at the soft vibrations moving along the entirety of her soles. The reprise didn't last as long as she would have wished it to, however, for Milina began to spider her fingers up the woman's arches, causing her to squeal and laugh once again. The sensations were bad at her toes, but they felt at least ten times worse now that she wasn't holding anything back. It was almost as if she was being struck by little jolts of vibrating electricity. The sensations tickled to no end, and worse than that, they seeemed to singe down to the very bones of her feet themselves. “Nahahahaoo! Nahahahaat the arhehehahahaaches!!” the pirate cried, leaning forward in her restraints while she tried to pull her feet away.
“Oh, but Lenne, you can't expect me to just be nice to you, can you? Besides... no matter how much you try and move, it just isn't going to stop...” Milina cooed, thoroughly enjoying the spasms and twitches she was causing the woman to display for her. “Why don't you tell me how much it tickles, and maybe I'll stop..” she dully teased, lessening the tickling until it was merely her index fingers caressing along the girl's arches. “Mileehaahana! It tickles a laahaahawwt!” the woman squealed, as the girl dug into her heels with her gloved hands. “Oh, it does? What a shock!” the younger girl replied, pausing to brush the red locks from out of her face. You know... this isn't so bad, actually. It's more fun than I thought it'd be...
With her hands digging into the soft heels of Lenne's feet, Milina saw a few tears beginning to run out of the corner's of her eyes, smearing her mascara. It seemed that Doctor Donner had done a good job in designing these gloves after all. She couldn't imagine, nor did she want to imagine what the woman must be feeling right now, with all these ticklish sensations proding and skittering across her feet. While Lenne writhed and squirmed from her touches, Milina couldn't help but wonder where her “friends” were. Still, it didn't matter; she was almost done here anyway.
No.. NO! Not... heehehahahawha thehehahahaere! AIEHEHEEE!
The feeling of pure helplessness; unable to bat an eye of dissuasion at the sheer punishment she was now facing. For the first time in a long time, Lee Anne Buckley felt as though she had finally bitten off more than she could chew. Oh, she was sorry, to be sure; with her stomach beginning to ache from all the laughter bubbling up and out of her throat.. And it seemed as her secondguessing thoughts came to her, Milina began slowing her advances until finally, she pulled away. She watched tiredly as the younger girl pulled her gloves off, and started to rub her hands together. Lenne could still feel the tingling sensations coursing through her feet and legs. Her muscles twitched involuntarily, causing her toes to shudder and twitch as well. She wished that her hands were free; mainly just to try and rub the sensations out from within her feet.
“Well... it seems our time together is coming to an end. What a shame, too... I was thinking about where to tickle you next.” the digger smirked, placing the gloves into her back pockets for safekeeping. The crimson eyed woman turned her heated gaze towards the redhead, still too shook up to really offer a worthwhile rebuttle. Her eyes followed the digger around the room, while she gathered her things together, and slipped her skimpy footwear back on. Milina fished around in her beltpouch, pulling out a capsule almost the size of her fist.
“See this beauty?” the blue eyed girl asked, waving it around for Lenne to see. “Y..Yeah... so what?”
“... So what? It's yours, Lenne. I'm going to give you a present to remember me by! Think of it as a... farewell gift.. of sorts.” she smiled, practically from ear to ear.
Milina watched the pirate raise an eyebrow in curiosity before she turned and started for the door. Sliding it open, she turned around and began tossing the object up and down in her hand. “Oh... there's just one little thing I should tell you. You might want to go find some water when this little baby goes off, or you might just wind up going crazy.”
A look of surprise flashed across the older woman's face. “Wait, what in the bloody hell are you getting at?! You can keep that thing, I don't–“
“–Ciao.” she replied, cutting Lenne off before tossing the device to the ground next to Lenne. When the little orb struck, a thin, whispy trail of smoke began pouring out, quickly enveloping the still-trapped woman in the room. Clenching her eyes shut, she held her breath while the cloud fluttered about the room. A tinny beep rang out, and she noticed that her restraints had finally opened. Lenne bounded up from the table, making a running grab for her boots before quickly jogging into the corridor. Unsurprisingly, it was empty; and a look behind revealed that the cloud had dissapated as well. The pirate looked herself over, making sure everything was alright.
Everything seemed to be in order, so the girl quietly slipped back into her boots, but left them untied; opting instead to try her tranciever on her wrist. “This is Lenne; can anyone read me? Over.” She was greeted with static silence; apparently she was out of range from the others. Awe... shoot. Well... at least this little ordeal is over with. I'll just tell the two that she got away; and that I got mixed up fighting some reaverbots.
The sounds of her boots reverberated against the walls of the long corridor. For all her talk, Lenne was glad that Milina's little “gift” had turned out to be a dud. Several minutes passed, and Lenne found herself cautiously moving past a group of reaverbots some fifteen feet away.
There... careful now... Careful... Tiptoeing along, she suddenly stopped, when she felt a rather odd sensation coming from the very soles of her feet. It started as a tingle... almost like an itch of sorts. She quickly moved to safety, and reached down to scratch; but as she did, she felt the sensation beginning to blossom out across the rest of her body. Starting with her feet, the weird feeling moved up her legs, to her thighs and hips, torso and arms, and ended at her neck. What in the hell is going on? Some sort of... itching p-powder?!
What started innocently enough as an itch soon turned into a sort of tingling feeling; like someone dragging electrified feathers along her body. The red eyed woman stiffled a giggle, and continued on, checking to see if she could spot anyone on radar. “What in t-teheheehea hell is going ahaheheon?” she murmured, quickly realising what exactly had happened.
Wait a minute... that... heheheaha that powder. Oh god... oheeheheheh no!
It seemed that Milina had been one step ahead of her after all. That wasn't just some dud capsule; whatever it was that came out had been apparently designed to irritate the skin; mimick the symptoms of being tickled all over, depending on where it touched. Lenne quickly tore her boots off, and pulled the shirt and vest from around her body off as well. The sensations seemed to dissipate some, but quickly returned, and began intensifying over her half-naked body. With her arm propping herself against the wall, she felt the churning of laughter deep in her stomach; slowly trickling out until she was a giggling mess once more.
Oh.. heehee.. Iyeehehehe I have to... Hahaha! I have to get to some water!!
Lenne pushed off the wall, briskly jogging down the dusty corridor. She remembered Milina's words, as she felt the feathery sensations with every step she took. The feeling on her feet swept up to her toes, as it seemed that someone was dragging a plumed handful between,over, and around each one; gently kissing them with light touches and sending tingling jolts through her legs. The realisation she was in real trouble soon came to her, as she stumbled through the every hallway and room. The sensations on her midriff and torso soon turned into little jolts; much like the ones Milina caused to her with those dastardly gloves. Her body spasmed and shook with each running step. Lenne's laughter began to flow freely from within her, and she felt like a complete lunatic as she ran past idly standing reaverbots; hoping and praying that she wouldn't fall to the ground in a writhing, panting mess.
The raven haird woman had to stop though, if just for a second to try and muster the strength to go on. Her fingers flew across a small map readout in her handheld navigator she kept in her pocket. She remembered there was a spring nearby; and made a mental note of where it was when she discovered it. It was in that moment of clarity that she felt the feathery sensations sweep over her sex; causing her to shudder and drop the small machine onto the ground. Gahahahd! Forget it, I can always get a-anahahahahaatheheheh–!!
Things seemed that they would get much worse before they got better; so without a second glance, the woman took off at a full sprint down the winding corridors, laughing, squealing, and twitching all the way...
How's everything on your end? … Any sign of Lenne? Over.
“Still looking, boss... can't seem to get a trace on her signal... Over.” the deeply-tanned, burly man sighed, tapping against the small touch screen built into his mechanized arm. He stopped and ran a hand through the stubble on his squared jaw. Where in the hell could she have disappeared to? Jentan began walking once more, checking the ammunition for the built in weapon system. He and Ronnen had been scouring the ruins for the better part of an hour now, and they still hadn't turned up a clue. After that brat had ambushed the two of them, Lenne had given chase to her while he dealt with her little “decoy”.
A few shots from the gun and a swift kick had sent the canine looking reaverbot to the scrapheap. Seemed the girl had managed to reprogram one of them inside to attack them. He stopped when he had come into the central hub of the ruins; from where he was, he could see the large underground spring situated two floors below. The water gently churned around, as it trickled south through the ruins; a sort of canal looking setup. All in all, things were quiet for the moment, and since the radar wasn't picking any signs of human life up, there wasn't a whole lot to do. While he was lost in thought, the touch screen began flashing a warning, followed by a series of low pings. “What the...?” he muttered, tapping along the screen to access the map. From the looks of it, there was some sort of activity to the west of his position... but it seemed pretty far off.
“Boss; got something on the radar. Over.” he called, watching the blip slowly phase in and out on the screen.
What is it? … You find Lenne? Over.
“Looks like it–“ he paused, watching the blip moving quickly through the winding corridors. “–Looks like she might have gotten in a bit of trouble. She's bookin' it awful fast. Headed down to check it out. Meet me over on the west side of the ruins, over.”
Jentan switched over to his weapon system, hearing the small servomotors hum to life. While making his way over to the lift that would take him down, he heard what sounded like laughter echoing down the corridors. His gaze fell down to the radar, noticing that she didn't seem all that far off anymore. By the time he arrived at the lift, he saw the distressed woman come out from one of the passageways. The woman fell down to her knees, hugging her sides and then falling upon the ground in hysterics. “AHAHAEEHEHEHEEE!! GEHEHEET IT AHAHAAAAHAFFF!!” Jentan scratched his head in confusion, wondering what in the hell was wrong with her, and what had happened to most of her clothing. From what he could see, she was just wearing her pants... but that seemed to be about it.
Lenne's eyes widened while she turned the corner, finally seeing the water spring they had found earlier in the day. Oh gahahahad!! THERE IT IS!! She felt slightly renewed, as she propelled her legs forward. Her whole body tingled and ached with the powdery substance that Milina had doused her with, as her bare feet quickly padded across the cold stone flooring.She was tightly hugging her sides while she bounced off one of the walls, nearly falling at the ticklish sensations wracking the entirety of her legs.
Her desperate giggling and squeals had turn into full-on laughter once more when the girl fell upon the ground just a few feet later, rolling from side to side. “AHAHAEEHEHEHEEE!! GEHEHEET IT AHAHAAAAHAFF!!” Her skin tingled and crawled with the same pulsing sensations that the girl had used on her before with the gloves. Like quick little ticklish lightning bolts striking her every nerve, singing her down to her bone. No matter how much she tried to brush the sensations away, she knew it was useless; they'd just get worse the longer she stayed here, rolling on the floor like a lunatic. Tears streamed down her cheeks while her blackened hair clung to her face in matted pieces.
The pirate pulled herself up on all fours, mustering the last of her strength to get over to the shallow waters of the spring. Lenne could feel the sensations in her underarms beginning to increase, making her writhe and choke out reserved laughter she didn't know she still had. Every so often, a moan would escape from inside of her; another unfortunate side effect of "being tickled" along her hairless sex. Ohohoho God... please... I'll never bother that girl again, just make it stahahahaap!! The bottoms of her feet felt as though a ghost were dragging invisible feathers across every inch of her softened skin. Coupled with the harrowing sensations coursing along the rest of her being, it was simply just too much! She collapsed once more, mere feet from the edge of the lapping water. ...Get up! ...GET UP LENNE! Her inner voice yelled at her to keep moving, but it was no use. Her body was too exhausted, and her lungs burned while she squealed and guffawed.
It was then that her partner walked up to her, scratching his head once more while looking her over. She didn't seem hurt, or in pain, but he couldn't figure out why she was laughing like a lunatic. “What in the hell happened to you?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at the strange scene unfolding before him. “Jehehehentan! Puhahahahaleease!! Throw meeheheheahaha into the WAHAHAA–!!”
“You want me to throw you into the... water? … Why?” came the puzzled response.
She pushed herself up shakily and snapped her head towards him; “Just do IT!! AHAHAHAEEHEHEHEEE!!” her composure was quickly lost, falling back down to the ground and rubbing at her arms.
The man knelt down next to her, picking her up by the back of her pants with one arm. Her head wildy shook from side to side, and her legs kicked and thrashed in the air while her moaning laughs prevented her from speaking any longer. Her hands flew down to the inside of her legs, trying to quell the ticklish sensations wracking along her womanhood. “Whoa–" For a moment, he stopped and listened to her frantic giggling and moaning; watching while she tugged against her pants in a desperate measure for reprieve. "–Alright... If you say so, I guess.” came the rebuttle, and with that, he spun and threw the woman towards the center of the large, glimmering pool.
The raven-haired woman landed with a loud splash, sending the cool liquid every-which-way. For a few seconds she didn't surface, and Jentan stood by with a hand on his hip. When the woman finally did resurface, she took several deep, gasping, breathes of air. She ferverishly began wiping her arms and chest down with water, still managing to squeak out a few giggles here and there. Lenne dove back under the surface to soak her head once more. When she came up, her arms slowly began paddling her body back to shore, where the mountain of a man pulled her out. She sat on her knees with her arms outstretched, holding herself up. The woman coughed up a little water, and fought to choke down air to replenish all she had lost in her long trip back over.
“So are you still acting like a nutjob... or do I need to throw you in again?” he asked, inwardly smiling to himself.
Lenne clenched her teeth, feeling the wet strands of her blackened hair drip water down her back. True to Milina's word, the sensations were indeed gone. From the tip of her head, down to the soles of her feet. Pushing off the ground, the girl fell upon her back, spreading herself out in the pooling puddle she had created. “N..no... I... I'm fine...Th...thank you...” she breathed, brushing strands of hair out of her face. Jentan shook his head while he motioned to pull of his vest. “Here, put this on–“ he spoke, pulling her up before helping her into the article of clothing. “–So what exactly happened? Why with all the laughing and moaning?”
“It was that damned kid again... Shot me with... s-some kind of crazy powder after she let me go..” The girl replied with a slight blush. She grabbed his arm and hoisted herself up, all the while slowly wriggling her toes in the puddle of water that formed around her. “Huh... you don't say... Guess I underestimated the little squirt.” he laughed, watching Lenne pat herself off. “Oh.. shut it, will you? I don't think you'd find it so funny if it happened to you instead of me.” the pirate rebuked. “Yeah, well, it didn't. Still, I'll give her credit; kid's gotta' be pretty crafty to pull of a stunt like that.”
The squealching of boots against wet stone greeted the two, as the last member of their triumverate came running up. “Hey! We've been looking all over for you!” he proclaimed, leaning down to catch his breath. Ronnen's head shifted up towards Lenne, looking her up and down. Her eyeliner stained her face in splotches, and what little lipstick she still had on was smeared as well. “...Wow... You look... all washed up. Is uh... is everything... alright?” Jentan turned away, trying to keep his composure while he heard the woman let out a growl of frustration. Ronnen watched her spin around, stomping away towards the corridor she had originally stumbled out from.
“Wait... Lenne... what's wrong? What did I say?!” he questioned, raising his arms up. Ronnen turned to the larger man, who doubled over, unable to contain his laughter anymore.
The raven-haired woman silently scorned Milina with every squishy, watery step she took. Rounding the corner, she felt her long locks continue pouring water down her face and back, matting the vest to her body. To say she was fuming would be a definite understatement.
I won't be forgetting this anytime soon, oh no. I'll get you back you little brat.. you just wait and see... she thought, eliciting a sneeze into the cool corridor as she did so.
Grumbling to herself, she continued on, feeling herself beginning to giggle at the mere thought of the powder from her things finding it's way back onto her skin once again...
I managed to do that in two different regards, but I also feel as though I skimped over some parts in my rush to get it done, but hopefully it's still coherent enough to stand on it's own merits. That's enough out of me; on with the show! :redstar: :feather:
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The woman struggled against the bindings she currently found herself stuck in, but it was looking to be a crapshoot. Her hands were shackled together at the wrist, secured to something above her it seemed, because no matter how hard she thrashed, she couldn't pull them down. Moving her legs revealed to her that her ankles were shackled down together as well, leaving her feet to dangle off the edge of either a step, or a jutting wall fixture.
She wasn't sure where inside the Rido Ruins she was, but she did know that without a doubt, she wasn't going anywhere in a hurry.
And if things couldn't get any worse, the woman was blindfolded as well. She hadn't the faintest idea of where the others were. Lenne remembered that she and Jentan were chasing that girl...
Yeah... that's right... little Miss Milina.
Lenne felt it all coming back to her now. The chase and the subsequent aftermath... They had been chasing her down one of the corridors when one of the reaverbots inside attacked the duo. Jentan told her to go ahead, and that he'd catch up. So she ran ahead, intent on catching the girl, and that was when something solid hit her from behind, knocking her out. She didn't know just how long she'd been out, but she sure didn't like the position she'd found herself waking up to. Her guess was that she was still inside of the Rido ruins, from the sound of the low hum coming from some machinery nearby.
Physically, she seemed to be alright, save for the dull throb at the base of her head... Who was it that tied her up here? Perhaps it was that Milina... no... she didn't exactly seem the type to do something like this. Still, through the annoyance of pain, she noticed that something had happened to her boots. The feeling of cool, damp air against her bare feet wasn't the best feeling to wake to. Still, she had to get out of here and regroup with the others, boots or not. She tried the bindings once more, and once again, she was left disappointed. If only whoever did this hadn't blindfolded me. I could at least see where the hell I am.
Seeing as how there weren't many options left to her, she decided to let loose a low whisper– “...Hey! Is anyone here...?”
Nothing except for silence greeted her hissing voice, so she waited another few seconds then tried again, a bit louder this time.
“... Jentan? ...Ronnen?” Dull thrums of oddball machinery, and no humans within earrange it seemed. Lenne was starting to get a little worried. “Hey! Anyone there? Oh... bloody hell..” the last bit murmured harshly under her breath. The woman bit her lip, letting out a long sigh all the while. Surely whatever got her hadn't gotten the other two, right? They'd come for her... it's just...
Going to take a bit of time, and probably a bit of luck on my end as well. Tch... Maybe mum was right... I should have taken up that job with her and Skylarck when I had the chance. Boy, if he could see me now... I wouldn't hear the end of it from that little–
Off towards her left, she heard the sound of soft footsteps... the gentle smack of flip-flop against heels.
“So... we meet again; and so soon too. Fancy that!” the feminine voice chimed out, barely able to contain the grin spreading across her youthful face.
Wait... I recognize that voice–
“You... no... You've got to be kidding me!” came the heated retort. Thrashing about, Lenne hadn't the faintest idea that Milina simply stood by, watching her futile attempts at escaping. “Oh, what's wrong, Lenne? Aren't you happy to see me again? Well... I suppose you can't see anything right now, can you?” she snickered, coming to a stop just a few feet away from her helpless captive. “Very funny. Why don't you release me, and I'll show you just how happy I am right now?” The younger woman elicited a sigh whilst she crossed her arms. “No can do, I'm afraid. If I remember correctly, I found myself in very much the same predicament as you are now, not too long ago. My, how times change...”
Lenne swallowed hard. The girl was right; of course, she had a very good idea of what was about to happen, but perhaps there was some way out of it. “Now... you know it wasn't my idea to tie you up. I was just following orders! You know that... right? It was Ronnen's idea!” Her head thrashed around, while she listened to the sound of footsteps walking around her. In a flash, she felt the blindfold being pulled from around her eyes; it took a moment for her to adjust to the dim light inside the room. The redhead stepped around and bent down to meet her eye-to-eye. “Oh... so naïve. I wonder if Ronnen would say the same if he were here instead of you right now... I wonder...”
Lenne's expression turned sour. “Why don't you go ask him then? In fact, why don't you just untie me, and I'll go ask him myself. That sounds like an absolutely wonderful idea to me.”
Milina smiled and wagged a finger before her eyes. “Tsk tsk... not so fast. You and I have a little catching up to do–“ Taking a lock of the woman's long hair, Milina gently twirled it around her finger before letting it fall back down to her chest. Standing straight once more, the girl turned and crouched down next to a small satchel laying on the ground. “–You should count yourself lucky! This is the first time I've done this sort of thing to someone. Aren't you lucky!”
Right, I'm just so overjoyed. Tch.. I wish she'd just hurry up...
“So... I have to ask–“ the older woman started, feeling her legs tense while she watched the girl put on a rather strange pair of gloves. “–How did you pull off that ambush? Why was that reaverbot following you around; I figured it would have been trying to rip you apart... no offense.” Tugging on the blue gloves, Milina paused and chuckled a bit. “Oh... that? I just did a little reprogramming on it's central processing unit after I shot a few static-rounds into it. I saw you and the big guy earlier, so I decided that a little retribution was in order. The hack was only good for half an hour, and by the time I ran across you two again, it was only a few minutes until it's central core shut down and re-started.”
Standing once more, Milina eyed her catch up and down, quite pleased with her explanation. With hands on hips, she watched the raven-haired pirate turn away, not wanting to meet her gaze. “So, any last requests before we get started? I won't have long, I figure. Not with the way your friend took out that 'bot, at least. I managed to set up a little jammer of sorts, but it's pretty sketchy; just in case you were thinking of trying to contact either of them.”
A scoff of sorts passed over the pirate's lipsticked mouth. “Am I supposed to be worried? They'll find me sooner or later, you can count on that, hun.” she retorted, watching the girl crouch at her side before kicking off her sandals. “No, I didn't expect that you'd be worried, just annoyed.” the girl grinned, before resting her gloved hands against the tight fitting shirt. Slowly and easily, she began poking and proding the woman, waiting and listening for the little tell-tale signs of laughter to present itself. Lenne did her best to keep composed, but there was something a bit... odd, about the whole situation. It seemed to her that there was a vibration of sorts coming from every spot that Milina gently touched. Even though her shirt, she could feel it, plain as day. It... didn't tickle per se, but it made it rather troublesome keeping a stoic composure.
“H..Hey... What's with the g-gloves? Worried you might catch cooties?” Lenne joked, feeling the subtle vibrations along her midriff and sides begin to increase. “Oh, these? They're a special gift from a friend of mine. I had them special made for a different reason, but they seem to be doing the trick for keeping you entertained.” The digger began to knead into the pirate's sides, finally getting the woman to crack a smile before clenching her eyes shut. Milina smiled a wide grin, flashing her teeth at the sight of the pirate losing her composure. Of course, it's probably a good thing I didn't tell Noel what I was really going to use these gloves for... Oh well.
“You know what the neat thing about these gloves are?”
Little snippets of laughter began trickling out from the corner's of Lenne's mouth. She let her head fall to her bosom in an attempt to shut out the ever-growing vibrations from where Milina dug her fingers into. “They were built with small servo-motors that allow the gloves to elicite vibrations, depending on how much force is exerted by my fingers and hands. I'm sure you already figured that out though, which is why you're trying so hard not to laugh, am I right?”
“M..Milina... I.. heheheehe...”
The younger woman raised a curious eyebrow; “Oh? Is something funny, Lenne? Care to share with the rest of us?” she replied, grabbing firm hold of the woman's ribs with each hand. The sensations of all the vibrations wriggling over her skin caused the woman to let out a maniacal howl of laughter, followed by a fit of high-pitched giggling. “Heeheehehaahaha S-Stahaap–!“
Milina pulled her hands from around the pirate's ribcage, letting the flustered woman catch her breath while she pondered what to do next. “You know, I was thinking about leaving you here, to be honest. I think that this was a much better idea, don't you agree?” Lenne picked her head up; saw the broad grin plastered across the girl's face, and instantly clenched her teeth in frustration. “Alright! You've gotten your revenge, not let me out of this thing! If you don't, I promise you, I'll give you double what I did last time.” came the heated response.
She watched Milina walk down to where her legs were; dragging one of those devlish gloved fingers down her leg all the while. The vibrations eminating from the gloves made her sigh a little, if not start to worry slightly. “Wow, who would've known you have such cute feet, Lenne. It's a real shame you keep them hidden inside of those stuffy boots though...” the girl noted, giving them a look over. Her nails were nicely filed, set into a square styled shape. Shiny black polish matched the color of her hair, and was a stark contrast to the light tone of her feet. The soles of her feet were lightly colored at the heel, and along the balls of her feet; another such result from parading around in boots no less. “Well, I can't exactly go around like you do, love; wearing flip-flops and jeans, now could I?” she replied, instantly wishing she hadn't.
While she spoke, Milina took it upon herself to grab hold of the very tips of her smallest toes between her thumb and forefinger. The girl spent a few seconds rolling them around between the padded material before moving onto the next toes, and so on. When she had finished taking hold of the tips, she moved down the stalks, pinching a little harder to send more vibrations coursing along. As a result of this tactic, Lenne's expression went from a sort of a surprised grimace, to a pursed lip smile. “Oh, lighten up, will you?” Milina teased, skittering her fingers up and down the woman's toes, causing her to snort and laugh while she half-heartedly attempted to contain her emotion. The girl noticed that when she scratched along the base of her toes, they would spread and gently twitch, while her legs spasmed and twitched all-the-while.
Bringing her digits to rest on the balls of the girl's curvy feet, she began to gently massage her feet, letting the gloves themselves do most of the work. What started as snickers and teases of laughter turned into something more pleasurable, albeit still a bit tickly. Lenne closed her crimson colored eyes, feeling herself beginning to relax at the soft vibrations moving along the entirety of her soles. The reprise didn't last as long as she would have wished it to, however, for Milina began to spider her fingers up the woman's arches, causing her to squeal and laugh once again. The sensations were bad at her toes, but they felt at least ten times worse now that she wasn't holding anything back. It was almost as if she was being struck by little jolts of vibrating electricity. The sensations tickled to no end, and worse than that, they seeemed to singe down to the very bones of her feet themselves. “Nahahahaoo! Nahahahaat the arhehehahahaaches!!” the pirate cried, leaning forward in her restraints while she tried to pull her feet away.
“Oh, but Lenne, you can't expect me to just be nice to you, can you? Besides... no matter how much you try and move, it just isn't going to stop...” Milina cooed, thoroughly enjoying the spasms and twitches she was causing the woman to display for her. “Why don't you tell me how much it tickles, and maybe I'll stop..” she dully teased, lessening the tickling until it was merely her index fingers caressing along the girl's arches. “Mileehaahana! It tickles a laahaahawwt!” the woman squealed, as the girl dug into her heels with her gloved hands. “Oh, it does? What a shock!” the younger girl replied, pausing to brush the red locks from out of her face. You know... this isn't so bad, actually. It's more fun than I thought it'd be...
With her hands digging into the soft heels of Lenne's feet, Milina saw a few tears beginning to run out of the corner's of her eyes, smearing her mascara. It seemed that Doctor Donner had done a good job in designing these gloves after all. She couldn't imagine, nor did she want to imagine what the woman must be feeling right now, with all these ticklish sensations proding and skittering across her feet. While Lenne writhed and squirmed from her touches, Milina couldn't help but wonder where her “friends” were. Still, it didn't matter; she was almost done here anyway.
No.. NO! Not... heehehahahawha thehehahahaere! AIEHEHEEE!
The feeling of pure helplessness; unable to bat an eye of dissuasion at the sheer punishment she was now facing. For the first time in a long time, Lee Anne Buckley felt as though she had finally bitten off more than she could chew. Oh, she was sorry, to be sure; with her stomach beginning to ache from all the laughter bubbling up and out of her throat.. And it seemed as her secondguessing thoughts came to her, Milina began slowing her advances until finally, she pulled away. She watched tiredly as the younger girl pulled her gloves off, and started to rub her hands together. Lenne could still feel the tingling sensations coursing through her feet and legs. Her muscles twitched involuntarily, causing her toes to shudder and twitch as well. She wished that her hands were free; mainly just to try and rub the sensations out from within her feet.
“Well... it seems our time together is coming to an end. What a shame, too... I was thinking about where to tickle you next.” the digger smirked, placing the gloves into her back pockets for safekeeping. The crimson eyed woman turned her heated gaze towards the redhead, still too shook up to really offer a worthwhile rebuttle. Her eyes followed the digger around the room, while she gathered her things together, and slipped her skimpy footwear back on. Milina fished around in her beltpouch, pulling out a capsule almost the size of her fist.
“See this beauty?” the blue eyed girl asked, waving it around for Lenne to see. “Y..Yeah... so what?”
“... So what? It's yours, Lenne. I'm going to give you a present to remember me by! Think of it as a... farewell gift.. of sorts.” she smiled, practically from ear to ear.
Milina watched the pirate raise an eyebrow in curiosity before she turned and started for the door. Sliding it open, she turned around and began tossing the object up and down in her hand. “Oh... there's just one little thing I should tell you. You might want to go find some water when this little baby goes off, or you might just wind up going crazy.”
A look of surprise flashed across the older woman's face. “Wait, what in the bloody hell are you getting at?! You can keep that thing, I don't–“
“–Ciao.” she replied, cutting Lenne off before tossing the device to the ground next to Lenne. When the little orb struck, a thin, whispy trail of smoke began pouring out, quickly enveloping the still-trapped woman in the room. Clenching her eyes shut, she held her breath while the cloud fluttered about the room. A tinny beep rang out, and she noticed that her restraints had finally opened. Lenne bounded up from the table, making a running grab for her boots before quickly jogging into the corridor. Unsurprisingly, it was empty; and a look behind revealed that the cloud had dissapated as well. The pirate looked herself over, making sure everything was alright.
Everything seemed to be in order, so the girl quietly slipped back into her boots, but left them untied; opting instead to try her tranciever on her wrist. “This is Lenne; can anyone read me? Over.” She was greeted with static silence; apparently she was out of range from the others. Awe... shoot. Well... at least this little ordeal is over with. I'll just tell the two that she got away; and that I got mixed up fighting some reaverbots.
The sounds of her boots reverberated against the walls of the long corridor. For all her talk, Lenne was glad that Milina's little “gift” had turned out to be a dud. Several minutes passed, and Lenne found herself cautiously moving past a group of reaverbots some fifteen feet away.
There... careful now... Careful... Tiptoeing along, she suddenly stopped, when she felt a rather odd sensation coming from the very soles of her feet. It started as a tingle... almost like an itch of sorts. She quickly moved to safety, and reached down to scratch; but as she did, she felt the sensation beginning to blossom out across the rest of her body. Starting with her feet, the weird feeling moved up her legs, to her thighs and hips, torso and arms, and ended at her neck. What in the hell is going on? Some sort of... itching p-powder?!
What started innocently enough as an itch soon turned into a sort of tingling feeling; like someone dragging electrified feathers along her body. The red eyed woman stiffled a giggle, and continued on, checking to see if she could spot anyone on radar. “What in t-teheheehea hell is going ahaheheon?” she murmured, quickly realising what exactly had happened.
Wait a minute... that... heheheaha that powder. Oh god... oheeheheheh no!
It seemed that Milina had been one step ahead of her after all. That wasn't just some dud capsule; whatever it was that came out had been apparently designed to irritate the skin; mimick the symptoms of being tickled all over, depending on where it touched. Lenne quickly tore her boots off, and pulled the shirt and vest from around her body off as well. The sensations seemed to dissipate some, but quickly returned, and began intensifying over her half-naked body. With her arm propping herself against the wall, she felt the churning of laughter deep in her stomach; slowly trickling out until she was a giggling mess once more.
Oh.. heehee.. Iyeehehehe I have to... Hahaha! I have to get to some water!!
Lenne pushed off the wall, briskly jogging down the dusty corridor. She remembered Milina's words, as she felt the feathery sensations with every step she took. The feeling on her feet swept up to her toes, as it seemed that someone was dragging a plumed handful between,over, and around each one; gently kissing them with light touches and sending tingling jolts through her legs. The realisation she was in real trouble soon came to her, as she stumbled through the every hallway and room. The sensations on her midriff and torso soon turned into little jolts; much like the ones Milina caused to her with those dastardly gloves. Her body spasmed and shook with each running step. Lenne's laughter began to flow freely from within her, and she felt like a complete lunatic as she ran past idly standing reaverbots; hoping and praying that she wouldn't fall to the ground in a writhing, panting mess.
The raven haird woman had to stop though, if just for a second to try and muster the strength to go on. Her fingers flew across a small map readout in her handheld navigator she kept in her pocket. She remembered there was a spring nearby; and made a mental note of where it was when she discovered it. It was in that moment of clarity that she felt the feathery sensations sweep over her sex; causing her to shudder and drop the small machine onto the ground. Gahahahd! Forget it, I can always get a-anahahahahaatheheheh–!!
Things seemed that they would get much worse before they got better; so without a second glance, the woman took off at a full sprint down the winding corridors, laughing, squealing, and twitching all the way...
How's everything on your end? … Any sign of Lenne? Over.
“Still looking, boss... can't seem to get a trace on her signal... Over.” the deeply-tanned, burly man sighed, tapping against the small touch screen built into his mechanized arm. He stopped and ran a hand through the stubble on his squared jaw. Where in the hell could she have disappeared to? Jentan began walking once more, checking the ammunition for the built in weapon system. He and Ronnen had been scouring the ruins for the better part of an hour now, and they still hadn't turned up a clue. After that brat had ambushed the two of them, Lenne had given chase to her while he dealt with her little “decoy”.
A few shots from the gun and a swift kick had sent the canine looking reaverbot to the scrapheap. Seemed the girl had managed to reprogram one of them inside to attack them. He stopped when he had come into the central hub of the ruins; from where he was, he could see the large underground spring situated two floors below. The water gently churned around, as it trickled south through the ruins; a sort of canal looking setup. All in all, things were quiet for the moment, and since the radar wasn't picking any signs of human life up, there wasn't a whole lot to do. While he was lost in thought, the touch screen began flashing a warning, followed by a series of low pings. “What the...?” he muttered, tapping along the screen to access the map. From the looks of it, there was some sort of activity to the west of his position... but it seemed pretty far off.
“Boss; got something on the radar. Over.” he called, watching the blip slowly phase in and out on the screen.
What is it? … You find Lenne? Over.
“Looks like it–“ he paused, watching the blip moving quickly through the winding corridors. “–Looks like she might have gotten in a bit of trouble. She's bookin' it awful fast. Headed down to check it out. Meet me over on the west side of the ruins, over.”
Jentan switched over to his weapon system, hearing the small servomotors hum to life. While making his way over to the lift that would take him down, he heard what sounded like laughter echoing down the corridors. His gaze fell down to the radar, noticing that she didn't seem all that far off anymore. By the time he arrived at the lift, he saw the distressed woman come out from one of the passageways. The woman fell down to her knees, hugging her sides and then falling upon the ground in hysterics. “AHAHAEEHEHEHEEE!! GEHEHEET IT AHAHAAAAHAFFF!!” Jentan scratched his head in confusion, wondering what in the hell was wrong with her, and what had happened to most of her clothing. From what he could see, she was just wearing her pants... but that seemed to be about it.
Lenne's eyes widened while she turned the corner, finally seeing the water spring they had found earlier in the day. Oh gahahahad!! THERE IT IS!! She felt slightly renewed, as she propelled her legs forward. Her whole body tingled and ached with the powdery substance that Milina had doused her with, as her bare feet quickly padded across the cold stone flooring.She was tightly hugging her sides while she bounced off one of the walls, nearly falling at the ticklish sensations wracking the entirety of her legs.
Her desperate giggling and squeals had turn into full-on laughter once more when the girl fell upon the ground just a few feet later, rolling from side to side. “AHAHAEEHEHEHEEE!! GEHEHEET IT AHAHAAAAHAFF!!” Her skin tingled and crawled with the same pulsing sensations that the girl had used on her before with the gloves. Like quick little ticklish lightning bolts striking her every nerve, singing her down to her bone. No matter how much she tried to brush the sensations away, she knew it was useless; they'd just get worse the longer she stayed here, rolling on the floor like a lunatic. Tears streamed down her cheeks while her blackened hair clung to her face in matted pieces.
The pirate pulled herself up on all fours, mustering the last of her strength to get over to the shallow waters of the spring. Lenne could feel the sensations in her underarms beginning to increase, making her writhe and choke out reserved laughter she didn't know she still had. Every so often, a moan would escape from inside of her; another unfortunate side effect of "being tickled" along her hairless sex. Ohohoho God... please... I'll never bother that girl again, just make it stahahahaap!! The bottoms of her feet felt as though a ghost were dragging invisible feathers across every inch of her softened skin. Coupled with the harrowing sensations coursing along the rest of her being, it was simply just too much! She collapsed once more, mere feet from the edge of the lapping water. ...Get up! ...GET UP LENNE! Her inner voice yelled at her to keep moving, but it was no use. Her body was too exhausted, and her lungs burned while she squealed and guffawed.
It was then that her partner walked up to her, scratching his head once more while looking her over. She didn't seem hurt, or in pain, but he couldn't figure out why she was laughing like a lunatic. “What in the hell happened to you?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at the strange scene unfolding before him. “Jehehehentan! Puhahahahaleease!! Throw meeheheheahaha into the WAHAHAA–!!”
“You want me to throw you into the... water? … Why?” came the puzzled response.
She pushed herself up shakily and snapped her head towards him; “Just do IT!! AHAHAHAEEHEHEHEEE!!” her composure was quickly lost, falling back down to the ground and rubbing at her arms.
The man knelt down next to her, picking her up by the back of her pants with one arm. Her head wildy shook from side to side, and her legs kicked and thrashed in the air while her moaning laughs prevented her from speaking any longer. Her hands flew down to the inside of her legs, trying to quell the ticklish sensations wracking along her womanhood. “Whoa–" For a moment, he stopped and listened to her frantic giggling and moaning; watching while she tugged against her pants in a desperate measure for reprieve. "–Alright... If you say so, I guess.” came the rebuttle, and with that, he spun and threw the woman towards the center of the large, glimmering pool.
The raven-haired woman landed with a loud splash, sending the cool liquid every-which-way. For a few seconds she didn't surface, and Jentan stood by with a hand on his hip. When the woman finally did resurface, she took several deep, gasping, breathes of air. She ferverishly began wiping her arms and chest down with water, still managing to squeak out a few giggles here and there. Lenne dove back under the surface to soak her head once more. When she came up, her arms slowly began paddling her body back to shore, where the mountain of a man pulled her out. She sat on her knees with her arms outstretched, holding herself up. The woman coughed up a little water, and fought to choke down air to replenish all she had lost in her long trip back over.
“So are you still acting like a nutjob... or do I need to throw you in again?” he asked, inwardly smiling to himself.
Lenne clenched her teeth, feeling the wet strands of her blackened hair drip water down her back. True to Milina's word, the sensations were indeed gone. From the tip of her head, down to the soles of her feet. Pushing off the ground, the girl fell upon her back, spreading herself out in the pooling puddle she had created. “N..no... I... I'm fine...Th...thank you...” she breathed, brushing strands of hair out of her face. Jentan shook his head while he motioned to pull of his vest. “Here, put this on–“ he spoke, pulling her up before helping her into the article of clothing. “–So what exactly happened? Why with all the laughing and moaning?”
“It was that damned kid again... Shot me with... s-some kind of crazy powder after she let me go..” The girl replied with a slight blush. She grabbed his arm and hoisted herself up, all the while slowly wriggling her toes in the puddle of water that formed around her. “Huh... you don't say... Guess I underestimated the little squirt.” he laughed, watching Lenne pat herself off. “Oh.. shut it, will you? I don't think you'd find it so funny if it happened to you instead of me.” the pirate rebuked. “Yeah, well, it didn't. Still, I'll give her credit; kid's gotta' be pretty crafty to pull of a stunt like that.”
The squealching of boots against wet stone greeted the two, as the last member of their triumverate came running up. “Hey! We've been looking all over for you!” he proclaimed, leaning down to catch his breath. Ronnen's head shifted up towards Lenne, looking her up and down. Her eyeliner stained her face in splotches, and what little lipstick she still had on was smeared as well. “...Wow... You look... all washed up. Is uh... is everything... alright?” Jentan turned away, trying to keep his composure while he heard the woman let out a growl of frustration. Ronnen watched her spin around, stomping away towards the corridor she had originally stumbled out from.
“Wait... Lenne... what's wrong? What did I say?!” he questioned, raising his arms up. Ronnen turned to the larger man, who doubled over, unable to contain his laughter anymore.
The raven-haired woman silently scorned Milina with every squishy, watery step she took. Rounding the corner, she felt her long locks continue pouring water down her face and back, matting the vest to her body. To say she was fuming would be a definite understatement.
I won't be forgetting this anytime soon, oh no. I'll get you back you little brat.. you just wait and see... she thought, eliciting a sneeze into the cool corridor as she did so.
Grumbling to herself, she continued on, feeling herself beginning to giggle at the mere thought of the powder from her things finding it's way back onto her skin once again...
