Icon of Coil: manetheran [bianca-sickboy]

manetheran [bianca-sickboy]

[atlantic city boardwalk | cont'd from previous scene]

(sickboy)
The slightest nod to his packmate, and curious gaze to both Asher and bianca, but he doesnt move, waiting (statue of flesh) for his packmate (brotherlover) to come to him. Behind him, unoticed, except by those watching him, his shadow flicker and twist in the still (weak) light of the boardwalk.

(asher)
he stops, just before the crouched figure, arm loose drape across her shoulders

"Seems something's on your mind.... brother....."

smug
the reading still playing through (cracked) mind, strange gaze drawn to the shadow's minute dance, cotton candy stick tossed away

(bianca)
::(snake)eyes locked on Sickboy (..brother...his brother..) as they stop and she curls up tighter agaisnt Asher khol-blackened eyes peeking through stringy hair as arm tightens around Asher's waist, swallowing hard (..uneasy... but why?..)::

(sickboy)
A slight shrug is the responce, as his gaze is drawn to Bianca once again. He watches her intently, but more importantly, his shadow opens its eyes, and its mouth behind him. the eyes burning with bale fire, running down its "cheeks". It speaks, but no sound sissues that can be heard in this realm. For the banes nearby, it is a low mumbling, a powerful summons. Strong enough to make all but the most symbiotic (pentex) banes fall dormant.

"A new pet Brother?"

voice soft, low, his gaze not moving From bianca, watching her reaction. his own bane so closely linked with himself that the chant doesnt affect it.

(asher)
"Yeeesss...."

crooned as fingers (talons) scratch through Bianca's hair (affectionate scritch behind a puppy's ears) but there's a curiosity........

to both their reactions

"Oliver says I can do with her as I wish...... she proves useful"

(sickboy>
He nods, slowly, watching bianca still. Behind him, the shadow continues its (silent) chant.

"A good tool indeed.. you do of course know she is Blessed by the lord's spirit...?"

his tone is quite clear. bane's, and Fomori are tools to be used and discarded. not without value, but very expendable indeed.

(asher)
that brings smirk twisting his lips (he found out the hard way) short laughter barked in his throat

"Mmmmmmhmmmmm"

a fire (bale) dances in those eyes, Bianca pulled before him, hands inviting themselves a smooth grope across (restrictive) corset

"Full of nasty surpr....."

words stopped as she collapses, blinking at the body that sags within his arms, lifting attention back to his brother

"Tamul......."

deadly warning (growled) slicing beautiful tones

(sickboy)
He nods to himself, and finally, as Bianca sags into deep sleep, his gaze turns to his brother, his lips turned slightly in a smile.

"She is a wilder... be careful with her. If her taints become to much, she could be a danger, even to you, or worse, to the pack... you should get her trained quickly..."

He just raises a brow, looking at his brother.

"she is just sleeping. I tested to see how far along she is.. not far at all... She is unharmed.."

but he smirks, seeing his brothers reaction when the woman (useful tool) falls asleep. Another shrug, and the shadow stops its (silent) chant, releasing the bane from its grip, to let Bianca wake once more. He doesnt even seem to take warning of the growled tone and use of his name.

(bianca)
::dark eyes blink. once. twice. a soft moan (...stretching purr at the feel of arms around her) before eyes snap open and she is scrambling to stand on her own feet again, turning to bury her face in Asher's chest, clutching open shirt tightly as she trembles - unsure what happened, but knowing she didn't like it one bit::

(asher)
no one likes it when others play with their toys...... especially without permission
a brow lifts, duely noting the lack of a reaction to the warning (endangerments to the pack indeed.....)

though now, in public, little is done of it

"I'd appreciate a warning next time, before I think her defective."

other than snapped words (do you truly want me as an enemy, I know your plans....) soon replaced with easy (seductive) smile

"What would you suggest of her training......"

not admitting he knows little of fomor, rather inviting a brother's (valued?) opinion, tolerating Bianca's cling although comfort is neither returned nor offered

(sickboy)
there are no such things as private tools in a pack life. If it can be used, then it should be used, not pampered.

"Pentex... they can stabilize her, stop the mutations, and possibly remove the more dangerous taints..."

Another shrug, as he straightens some, rolling sagging shoulders.

"Where did you find it?"

A tool, nothing more to SickBoy, and is he truly wrong? (Do you really know me?) yet he returns the smile to his brother. (first, and last. a pack, go as it will)

(asher)
pampered...... or is it a matter of rank and respect.
regardless it is dropped, not the Galliard's place for decision or justice
option weighed, and remembered..... while the Father has provided them with offices in the labs above the pit, he spends little time there unless Kaj'sha calls, perhaps it is time to learn more of what the company offers

"Bianca found me...."

has he ever (completely) forgiven the trick

as she further clings, it's tolerated (young lovers on the boardwalk) though still no comfort warms the trace of fingers (talons) on strung-tight leather, and her pleas ignored

(sickboy)
He takes a step forward, looking at Bianca as she whines to Asher, one brow slightly raised, then back to his brother. ("Do you let the tool's dictate where they should be used, and when they shall be polished?") the words ring unsaid, but his gaze holds them, and more.

"You should be wary of her taints Brother... the smallest is a discomfort at best... the larger ones can be pure lethal, until you get them under control, if you can get them under control... Sheep, and especially wilders, are known for their strong powers, but also catastrophic endings..."

He turns, and starts to head towards an alley, not really waiting to see if asher and bianca follows.

(bianca)::She quiets, when no comfort comes, her shaking against him remains, however, and she arches into the trace over leather, eyes closed as she breathes deeply the scents (of madness) that roll off his skin, resolving agian to be everything he needs, wishes, in order to keep out of Pentex...
..and should he require she go... she will deal with that when the time comes. She says nothing to Sickboy. Nothing to to further betray that he terrifies her. Brother(lover)pack always comes before pet...::

(asher)
again, he listens, carefully, to all that is told him.... and Bianca has no choice but to follow as she's drug (cradled) beside him to the alley
he'll do with her as he wishes, and she knows it.

(sickboy)
Once in the alley, Sickboy finds a dumpster, on which he jumps up and sits, looking to his brother, and his tool.

"It is your choic after all.. just make sure she doesnt become a fiery explosion, or mutates into an uncontrollable monster... those two taints are among the most directly lethal... you recognise both easily enough... If it begins to sprout extra limbs, or grow quickly... kill it, and kill it quick. Or if it it unnaturally hot all the time, then kill it quick, but do it from a distance, just in case... Neither of them can be controlled, and only one of the taints has a potential use..."

the little speech is made matter-of-factly. Truth, and good things for anyone dealing with Fomori to know. He does have concern for his brother (his hated lover) and packmate. Pack, first and foremost.

(bianca)::she would not balk at following him - still his well behaved pet, she would do all that he asked and more... disorientation at waking after collaps the fault of outburst - and outburst she fully expects to be punished for. she goes as she is lead, carefully working to hide the fear that Sickboy has raised within knowing the stink of such clings to skin, even as it is hidden away as trembling eases.
She knows.::

(ash)
he can smell it (he's tasted it) clinging to her skin as a fine oil (toxin) jumping to sit on the dumpster beside his brother - Bianca left with the alley floor as an option - the look given his pet as it was the night they met

a steer at auction

"Tell me more....."

giving away nothing of what he already knows

(sickboy)
He shrugs some, nodding.

"Wilders, as this one, if not found and corrected by the Pentex, seldom live more then a couple of months. they simply cannot control, or do not understand what is going on. that she fell asleep earlier is because she is not in symbiosis with the bane posessing her. They are of two different minds. This is mostly, but not always, a great disadvantage. Especially if it posesses two heads. This doesnt appear to be the case with this one, but still. I trust you have... examined.. her properly?"

his slight chuckle reveals what Sickboy indeed does think Asher has done with the pretty tool. He would have.

(bianca)
::released with no caress, the look (cattle) cast upon her, she sinks to kneel on dirty alley floor once more, hands folded (demure) in her lap - though one lifts ('told you so you stupid bitch' writhing, muffled) to press against left breast, gagging further, head bows, and hair spills over shoulders, hiding her face(s)::

(asher)
softly

"How long have you been this way, Bianca?"

head tipping as lean body stretching to plant elbows against the dumpster's lid behind him (shirt falling apart, exposing lean, scarred, belly..... safety in his brother's comfort) tank boots a light tap against metal, smirk lifting that gaze (you thought I wouldn't?)

"Show him."

(sickboy)
He turns to look at the small (minute) figure of Bianca where she sits on the ground, brows slightly raised over bloodshot eyes, waiting for the revelation (oh secrets) that Asher's command promises.

(bianca)
::eyes close, briefly, but hands instantly obey, her fingers making quick work of fastenings to pull off the corset, chin lifted though eyes remain (respectfully) lowered, her voice soft (but not his 'bout fucking time you took that shit off, jesus. What the fuck you lookin at maggot?' directed at Sickboy)::
A year.

((because thats what her history says and NO ONE caught that it shouldn't be longer then a mont and told me so..., not admin or Mike or damon.... so there. She's simply truely unique. *LMAO*))

(sickboy)
And he smirks, shaking his head and looking to Asher.

"Perfectly good tool, useless... I would tell you to cut it off, but I know it would kill her as well..."

He shakes his head slowly, then looks to the breast, with an all to cold smile on his lips.

"Good to see you too Manetheren... I hope you have enjoyed your time there... for it will end in pure pain."

A statement of facts, simple as that.

(ash)
fingertips idly trace the scars on tanned skin, watching (learning) curiosity tilting his head at the name given, smooth voice only a muse

"It's been warned to be polite..... and I've found a gag that works for an hour or so when she's doing something important for me."

there is no incredible concern at the thought of the fomor's life ending in pain - or even that it will end..

(sickboy)
Shrugs a bit, nodding.

"It does, for an hour or so... but somehow, it can chew through metal, or even fetishes designed to quiet it... It has a fantastic ability of beeing able to speak just when it will do the most damage. make sure that this tool never finds out anything about you, the pack, or the pit. Manetheren knows everything she does, and will do anything it can to make her life miserable... even betraying you, no matter what she may swear or belive..."

another shrug, before he gets off the dumpster, and looks to his brother again.

"Kill it, before it causes you trouble, or worse...."

no mention of Pentex now, as he turns and walks away, into the night.

(asher)
after his brother (packmate-mosthatedlover) leaves, a silence spans the miles between them, the Galliard deep in thought

"I wonder...... SnakeEyes........... had I told him about that heat of yours..... if he would have demanded I kill you now......."

gently considered

(bianca)
::the murmured name brings hope (oh for fucks sake - you know your dead - may as well have some fun before hand. Wahtcha say asher - go out in flame? a royal fuck session? chase some dogs around? common, be a man...')::
"May I replace the corset, please?"
::asked, but hope is fading at continue consideration, shoulders falling (...I only wished to please you...) slightly before she nods, admitting::
"I am certain he would have."

(asher)
there's a soft chuckle (smug, still)

"Oh Manetheran...... I have such grand plans for you. Get dressed SnakeEyes. Go home."

(bianca)
::she instantly, before it says another word presses leather tightly to left breast, before she quickly goes about lacing up tight, tight, tight and stands.::
"Yes, Asher."
::hands slide into the pockets of her jeans, and she turns and heads back to the boardwalk::

Posted by asher at August 18, 2002 12:00 AM