Post by Sunshine on Oct 16, 2008 17:01:30 GMT -5
Ilarra swore as her hair got caught in the door for the ten millionth time.
"Gods dammit!"
She pressed her back against the wood and carefully reached behind her thighs to grope for the door handle, unable to turn her head to look. She bit her lip, whimpering, as her nails skittered against more door— sighed with relief as they hit metal.
"Fuckin' thing..."
She tried to turn the knob. It wouldn't. It had locked itself.
Ilarra's eyes narrowed.
"Oh HELL no."
The door splintered as a torrent of shadow magic assaulted it, then shattered, flaming slivers of wood bouncing off the glowing bubble surrounding the angered priestess. The doorknob thunked on the floor. She let the bubble fade, then took a deep breath, smiled, and gave her hair a good shake—
"Aagh!"
Tears sprang in her eyes. She tried to ignore the burning pain across her scalp, and slowly turned her head, biting her lip.
She screamed again, breathless, choking it out through anguished sobs as the succubus put another needle in. The needle tore and twisted; she wailed. Her cries diminished as the creature covered her mouth and nose with its hand, muffling her and cutting off what was left of her air. She groaned desperately. It twisted her hair around its other hand, holding tight at the base, and held her still as she tried to struggle. She bit her lip, trembling and crying.
It yanked her head back roughly.
"This will go quicker if you won't make a fuss about it, pet. Well... no. No it won't, actually. I'm having too much fun. Go ahead and keep screaming. I may put the next one through your tongue if you get too loud, though."
The succubus let go of her face. She gasped in air, whimpered, tried to quiet herself. Another needle was pushed in, and she started screaming again.
The succubus moaned in her ear, licking the blood off...
"Ugh, Nether with this. CARY!" Ilarra glared at what was left of the doorframe. Her hair had somehow managed to get tangled around one of the hinges.
Her protégé ran in in her pajamas, eyes widening as they took in the obliterated door.
"What happened? Are you okay?" squeaked Carystin.
"What's the matter, don't like me pulling on your hair?" The succubus giggled and gave another cruel yank, timed with the thrust of another needle. The screams got louder. "Poor thing... How 'bout this, why don't I cut it all off instead?"
Ilarra tried again to tug herself free from the hinge, with no success. She growled.
"Just some hair-related difficulties. Hey, get me some scissors, would ya?"
--
Varenna watched the needles nervously as the gnomish woman went about sterilizing them. The gnome glanced up, saw the look on her face, and gave her a reassuring smile.
"Hey, you okay?"
"A little nervous, I guess..." The paladin blushed and evaded her attention to her seat, trying to get comfortable. The padded chair was extremely low to the ground.
"I understand. But don't worry, it'll be fine! I've done this thousands of times! Well, hundreds. Well, a few dozen. But don't worry! My Auto-Piercer 6000 never fails! Well, there was that one time, only the guy decided he actually liked having his nipple pierced more than just once, so who am I to complain when he paid me double?" The gnome saw the horror on her customer's face, and giggled. "That was a joke, sweetie."
"Oh..." Varenna blushed again.
"So why'd you decide to get your ears pierced? Just thought it'd be neat? Special occasion?" The gnome started slotting the needles into what looked like a handheld siege weapon– it could only be the Auto-Piercer 6000, and appeared to be capable of destroying small buildings– and grinned. "Special someone, maybe?"
"Oh. Er, yes. The- the first one. Sort of." Varenna tore her eyes away from the weapon of mass destruction, and glanced at Caile in the waiting room through the next door. The draenei saw her looking and gave a double thumbs-up, grinning. Varenna cringed. "I have a friend with a lot of earrings, I've always liked the way they looked. Er. And then I made the mistake of telling my roommate about it..." She giggled timidly.
"A-ha." The gnome giggled and patted Varenna on the knee. "Like I said, don't you worry, honey. I'll take good care of you. Lean back for me, okay?"
"Okay..."
She leaned back. She watched as the gnome climbed up on a stool next to her head, brandishing the Auto-Piercer. The tiny woman adjusted a few dials on it, then referred to a nearby chart.
"Two in each upper cartilage, right? Like that picture you picked out?"
"Uh-huh." The paladin fidgeted.
"Okay. This is gonna hurt a little, even with the anaesthetic tips on the needles. It shouldn't be too bad though."
Varenna squeezed her eyes shut as the gnome started lining up the needles. Her knuckles whitened on the ends of her armrests.
"I don't mind..."
--
Ilanna finished applying the perfectly flesh-colored base, blurring the lines of her face tattoos. She set down the tiny brush and picked up another, even more delicate one, dipping it first into the red pigment, then the blue, then the purple and the black as she painted the intricate lines up and down her high cheeks. She watched herself in the bathroom mirror, catching every tiny detail as the lines grew in size and complexity. Finally she set down the second brush next to the first. Though colored differently, the fake tattoos followed the lines of the real ones— almost, nearly, deviating just enough to help make her look like an entirely different person. When she added the fake glasses, and with the dyed hot pink hair, and once she put on a hat to hide her missing two thirds of a left ear, she would be a different person, certainly not the person on all the wanted posters, and once the special face paint finished drying, not water, not heat, not even rubbing it would take it off and give her away. Same deal with the hair dye.
She'd be invisible.
Chryste came into the bathroom just as she was finishing packing away her makeup kit, glasses in place and violent hair pulled back into a tight braid. They smiled when they saw each other.
"G'mornin', love," said Ilanna.
"Mm, good morning, Ambry."
Ilanna grinned and leaned down. Chryste leaned up. They kissed gently. Chryste hugged her.
"Visiting Stormwind today?"
"Yeah. Nothing special though, just groceries. We're out of cheese, and there's nobody beats the Triases. Thought I'd pick up some stuff and bake a pie tonight, too, Jacob's been pestering for it."
Chryste cuted beguilingly.
"Pie with cherries?"
Ilanna, beguiled, nodded her head willingly.
"Done."
"Mm..."
Chryste leaned up again and kissed her on the cheek. The makeup was already dry, and didn't smudge.
"You look pretty today, Miss Ambry."
"It's you who look gorgeous, darlin. I'm just the same as I've always looked..."
--
The last lock of discarded hair slithered off Ilarra's bare shoulder and fell to the ground. She set the scissors down.
"So how's it look?"
Carystin giggled and clapped her hands.
"Do mine next!"
The gnome watched as Varenna examined herself in a mirror. The paladin nodded hesitantly, gave the gnome a shy smile, a handful of shiny coins, and her mirror back, and stood up to go find Caile.
Ilanna gave Officer Brady a warm smile as they passed each other in the street.
"Morning, officer!"
"Good morning, ma'am."
He regarded her politely and without recognition, and kept moving. She blew him a kiss, then, once he was safely out of earshot, she giggled battily. For all the poor man knew, she could be anyone.
Anyone at all.
"Gods dammit!"
She pressed her back against the wood and carefully reached behind her thighs to grope for the door handle, unable to turn her head to look. She bit her lip, whimpering, as her nails skittered against more door— sighed with relief as they hit metal.
"Fuckin' thing..."
She tried to turn the knob. It wouldn't. It had locked itself.
Ilarra's eyes narrowed.
"Oh HELL no."
The door splintered as a torrent of shadow magic assaulted it, then shattered, flaming slivers of wood bouncing off the glowing bubble surrounding the angered priestess. The doorknob thunked on the floor. She let the bubble fade, then took a deep breath, smiled, and gave her hair a good shake—
"Aagh!"
Tears sprang in her eyes. She tried to ignore the burning pain across her scalp, and slowly turned her head, biting her lip.
She screamed again, breathless, choking it out through anguished sobs as the succubus put another needle in. The needle tore and twisted; she wailed. Her cries diminished as the creature covered her mouth and nose with its hand, muffling her and cutting off what was left of her air. She groaned desperately. It twisted her hair around its other hand, holding tight at the base, and held her still as she tried to struggle. She bit her lip, trembling and crying.
It yanked her head back roughly.
"This will go quicker if you won't make a fuss about it, pet. Well... no. No it won't, actually. I'm having too much fun. Go ahead and keep screaming. I may put the next one through your tongue if you get too loud, though."
The succubus let go of her face. She gasped in air, whimpered, tried to quiet herself. Another needle was pushed in, and she started screaming again.
The succubus moaned in her ear, licking the blood off...
"Ugh, Nether with this. CARY!" Ilarra glared at what was left of the doorframe. Her hair had somehow managed to get tangled around one of the hinges.
Her protégé ran in in her pajamas, eyes widening as they took in the obliterated door.
"What happened? Are you okay?" squeaked Carystin.
"What's the matter, don't like me pulling on your hair?" The succubus giggled and gave another cruel yank, timed with the thrust of another needle. The screams got louder. "Poor thing... How 'bout this, why don't I cut it all off instead?"
Ilarra tried again to tug herself free from the hinge, with no success. She growled.
"Just some hair-related difficulties. Hey, get me some scissors, would ya?"
--
Varenna watched the needles nervously as the gnomish woman went about sterilizing them. The gnome glanced up, saw the look on her face, and gave her a reassuring smile.
"Hey, you okay?"
"A little nervous, I guess..." The paladin blushed and evaded her attention to her seat, trying to get comfortable. The padded chair was extremely low to the ground.
"I understand. But don't worry, it'll be fine! I've done this thousands of times! Well, hundreds. Well, a few dozen. But don't worry! My Auto-Piercer 6000 never fails! Well, there was that one time, only the guy decided he actually liked having his nipple pierced more than just once, so who am I to complain when he paid me double?" The gnome saw the horror on her customer's face, and giggled. "That was a joke, sweetie."
"Oh..." Varenna blushed again.
"So why'd you decide to get your ears pierced? Just thought it'd be neat? Special occasion?" The gnome started slotting the needles into what looked like a handheld siege weapon– it could only be the Auto-Piercer 6000, and appeared to be capable of destroying small buildings– and grinned. "Special someone, maybe?"
"Oh. Er, yes. The- the first one. Sort of." Varenna tore her eyes away from the weapon of mass destruction, and glanced at Caile in the waiting room through the next door. The draenei saw her looking and gave a double thumbs-up, grinning. Varenna cringed. "I have a friend with a lot of earrings, I've always liked the way they looked. Er. And then I made the mistake of telling my roommate about it..." She giggled timidly.
"A-ha." The gnome giggled and patted Varenna on the knee. "Like I said, don't you worry, honey. I'll take good care of you. Lean back for me, okay?"
"Okay..."
She leaned back. She watched as the gnome climbed up on a stool next to her head, brandishing the Auto-Piercer. The tiny woman adjusted a few dials on it, then referred to a nearby chart.
"Two in each upper cartilage, right? Like that picture you picked out?"
"Uh-huh." The paladin fidgeted.
"Okay. This is gonna hurt a little, even with the anaesthetic tips on the needles. It shouldn't be too bad though."
Varenna squeezed her eyes shut as the gnome started lining up the needles. Her knuckles whitened on the ends of her armrests.
"I don't mind..."
--
Ilanna finished applying the perfectly flesh-colored base, blurring the lines of her face tattoos. She set down the tiny brush and picked up another, even more delicate one, dipping it first into the red pigment, then the blue, then the purple and the black as she painted the intricate lines up and down her high cheeks. She watched herself in the bathroom mirror, catching every tiny detail as the lines grew in size and complexity. Finally she set down the second brush next to the first. Though colored differently, the fake tattoos followed the lines of the real ones— almost, nearly, deviating just enough to help make her look like an entirely different person. When she added the fake glasses, and with the dyed hot pink hair, and once she put on a hat to hide her missing two thirds of a left ear, she would be a different person, certainly not the person on all the wanted posters, and once the special face paint finished drying, not water, not heat, not even rubbing it would take it off and give her away. Same deal with the hair dye.
She'd be invisible.
Chryste came into the bathroom just as she was finishing packing away her makeup kit, glasses in place and violent hair pulled back into a tight braid. They smiled when they saw each other.
"G'mornin', love," said Ilanna.
"Mm, good morning, Ambry."
Ilanna grinned and leaned down. Chryste leaned up. They kissed gently. Chryste hugged her.
"Visiting Stormwind today?"
"Yeah. Nothing special though, just groceries. We're out of cheese, and there's nobody beats the Triases. Thought I'd pick up some stuff and bake a pie tonight, too, Jacob's been pestering for it."
Chryste cuted beguilingly.
"Pie with cherries?"
Ilanna, beguiled, nodded her head willingly.
"Done."
"Mm..."
Chryste leaned up again and kissed her on the cheek. The makeup was already dry, and didn't smudge.
"You look pretty today, Miss Ambry."
"It's you who look gorgeous, darlin. I'm just the same as I've always looked..."
--
The last lock of discarded hair slithered off Ilarra's bare shoulder and fell to the ground. She set the scissors down.
"So how's it look?"
Carystin giggled and clapped her hands.
"Do mine next!"
The gnome watched as Varenna examined herself in a mirror. The paladin nodded hesitantly, gave the gnome a shy smile, a handful of shiny coins, and her mirror back, and stood up to go find Caile.
Ilanna gave Officer Brady a warm smile as they passed each other in the street.
"Morning, officer!"
"Good morning, ma'am."
He regarded her politely and without recognition, and kept moving. She blew him a kiss, then, once he was safely out of earshot, she giggled battily. For all the poor man knew, she could be anyone.
Anyone at all.