Naomi ♥ [006]

[slutty4science]

Who: Naomi, Raiden, Lavi, Vamp, Adachi, Laughing Beauty, Yosuke(?)
Where: Espoir, Naomi's cottage
Style: First or Third
Status: Open

((OOC: this post is for all white day event interaction))

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[subsisted]

Raiden followed Naomi home.

Even if he didn't want to, he didn't have much of a choice. Any deviance from the path back to Naomi's cottage resulted in a a jolt, a mild shock that Raiden couldn't describe or explain. He quietly followed her, Vamp, and the other men from the auction back, lagging behind the group. He was still donned in the sharp suit he certainly didn't own, gaze lingering low to the ground with the occasional glance to his enemy.

Maybe Naomi would have the decency and sense to make the next week as smooth as possible, but Raiden knew he had to prepare for the worst, particularly when Vamp was involved.

With a low sigh and an anxious nibble of his artificial lower lip, Raiden stepped inside Naomi's cottage, keeping to his own little corner in the back unless called upon.

[sadomasochrist]

Vamp assembled Naomi's harem in the living room, lining the men up in a straight line. His lip curled into a sneer as his eyes met with Adachi but pulled back into a wide grin when they locked on Raiden. He paced before the group, letting out small growls.

"As you are to be here for the week, there are certain rules you must follow in my Queen's home..." he began. "She will not tolerate fighting inside these walls... You place yourself outside in the event you simply must go at each other..."

His lips curled to a wicked smirk, eyes on Raiden. "And I know I will be out there quite a bit with a few of you..." He shook his head and let out a snarl, shaking his hair back over his shoulder.

"If Laughing Beauty wishes to play with any of you... You allow her to. Except for you, Undying Man..." Vamp began once more, eyes finding themselves back on Raiden. He licked his lips, "She is not to touch you

[subsisted]

Raiden was definitely the odd man out in the bunch, in looks and in attitude.

When Vamp attempted to rally the harem, Raiden remained solemnly, sadly detached, lingering in the back of the group. He knew he had no obligation to follow Vamp's orders, and he would suffer no severe repercussions for defying him beyond their usual man-to-man battles. So long as Raiden kept his weapons and his strength, he would hold Vamp at bay.

Raiden gave a low 'heh' as Vamp listed the qualifications for each 'rule' of the house. Didn't Raiden feel special.

"Huh," chuckled Raiden dryly, head lifted defiantly. "Good thing I just don't plan to sleep." He crossed his arms over his chest. "I'm not here to take your orders, Vamp."

[sadomasochrist]

"You will do as she tells you to do..." Vamp hissed, stepping closer to Raiden.

"...And she will do as I say."

[subsisted]

A livid, determined spark flickered in Raiden's eye, a spark that only skimmed the surface of his tightly-bound emotions. He knew Vamp was right, that the next week would be a battle for his own survival. He glared up to Vamp's towering height as he stepped closer and closer. He couldn't, wouldn't back down, not when he still had jobs to do, people depending on him to complete the mission like the weapon he was.

"... I can still fight you," Raiden said slowly, his voice low and deliberate, a twinge of persistent melancholy in his tone. "I have nothing to fear."

TIME LAPSE

[subsisted]

*Hours later...

Raiden spent quite some time pacing around the cottage and testing his limits. There were, on a few occasions, times where he stepped a little too close to a door or exit and recoiled with the twitch of an electric shock.

By now Raiden understands that he won't be going anywhere, so he takes the time to investigate the front room of the cottage for ammo and rations.

After a cursory glance at the objects in the room, his eyes wander to an old television set and a DVD stand. Though he can't say he's in any mood to watch a movie, his curiosity is piqued and he takes the time to step slightly closer to the stand, reading each title one by one.

Ten Things I Hate About You. 27 Dresses. William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet with Leonardo DiCaprio.

His eyes fall onto the fourth title. Murmurs under his breath,*

... Crossroads?

[subsisted]

Shakespeare? *noncommittally* It's all right.

*That was kind of a lie. He always had trouble understanding Shakespeare's archaic language. In fact, he has quite the track record of nodding off at every Shakespearean movie and performance he's attended (and it hasn't been many). He could certainly think of someone else who enjoyed Shakespeare, though.*

They're DVDs, movies on record, Lavi. That's all.

[sadomasochrist]

*Vamp has been keeping an eye on Naomi's harem since the woman chose to lock herself in her lab to get some work done. Naturally, of course, Vamp's eyes have not strayed from Raiden for more than a minute the entire time.

He steps out towards Lavi and Undying Man, approaching from behind. His footsteps are intentionally heavy, as not to startle the two men (in particular, Raiden). He has no intention to fight with the cyborg yet... He merely wishes to observe him*

Enjoying yourselves...?

*his lips curl back into a smirk*

ANOTHER TIME LAPSE HERE

[stoicism]

*His patrol route has taken him straight to Espoir so he takes the opportunity to go to Naomi's cottage. He said he'd stop by to get more pills the other day after all. Standing outside the door, he raises his fist and knocks, hoping the Vampire won't answer.*

[stoicism]

*Frank remained silent, watching Lavi closely.*

DINNER TIME

[slutty4science]

*Naomi is cooking a nice dinner for her Frank her men tonight. Everyone sit down and play nicely at the table*

[sadomasochrist]

*is just glad he doesn't have to cook. He's leaning back in one chair, his feet up on another chair -- the chair he has dubbed "the chair for the Undying Man"*

[stoicism]

*refuses to leave his spot standing in the door frame of the kitchen. He is not going near Vamp.*

[subsisted]

*Has no reason to eat. He's sticking obstinately to his corner after the Titanic ordeal.*