Rayner had an excellent opportunity: his shield was still up, Mistress hadn't moved yet, and he was within perfect striking range. He could tell she had switched, it was obvious from the tone of her voice and the way she acted. Could he strike her first? It was obvious she'd switched back to wanting to tussle which he personally thought was for the best. While he did find the other personality more appealing in some ways, he didn't want to make this uncomfortable for uh, Joan. Yes, definitely not more uncomfortable than it had been.
"Maybe you shouldn't have dragged me up here in the first place then!" He brought the whip down and closed his eyes mid swing. It felt wrong to be attacking someone, especially a lady, who wasn't attacking him at the moment but that was silly thinking. This personality, at least, definitely meant to do him bodily harm as his painful experience with the bully and desks had proved. No doubt she was planning to try and fling this desk at him too.
Rayner opened his eyes at that thought and pulled his shield between him and her and attempted to catch whatever attack or object she decided to throw at him on his shield. He couldn't help but notice that the desk was looking a lot prettier than it had a moment ago and he could feel himself stiffen. Getting hit by the desk would hurt so he decided to put some distance between himself and the potential projectile.
"You know, I don't think you're very good at this tussling business!" He taunted, pulling up the chat window with Joan again as he began to plan. If he couldn't bring himself to hurt the other personality directly then at least he could work on whittling down what this personality had at her disposal. There was no doubt in his mind that more reinforcements would be on the way in the form of summoned objects, it'd be best to whittle them down as soon as they popped up.
R: Hey, can you send me ElecPulse and something else? I want to whittle down her summons as they pop up.
J: Uh huh. Sure. Definitely a fight that's going on here.
R: Whoa now, did you not see that I went for the apple rather than her? I don't want to... encourage the other her a lot! But this one wants to fight so I'll fight!
J: Mmm, was the summon what brought you so low before? Be careful then.
--Summary--
1) Varitails1 - 10 x 9 hits + Slashing, Accuracy D (2/2 uses, broken!) @ Mistress
2) Guard
3) Movment away from Mistress
Eyes Closed
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Internal conflicts aside, Rayner's response came with a swift swing of his whip down across Mistress' back and hind quarters, and though he closed his eyes to pretend he wasn't really doing it, and though the tails of the whip spread wide while he swung, several of the tips connected and sliced at the woman. Of the nine, four of the tails managed to score, causing his strange opponent to gasp and cry out sharply, even as she rolled to the side and off the back of the table, opposite Rayner and out of sight for a moment.
She reappeared, picking herself up as Rayner backed off. Her hair was dishevelled and messed badly, but far more noticeable was the damage his blade-edged whip had done to her outfit. Four blades had stuck, neatly separating the back of first her blazer, then her blouse, both of which seemed to have more or less fallen to shreds that clung hinderingly about her wrists. Her skirt, too had suffered the blade, and was no where to be seen now; likely cut through, it was probably on the floor behind the desk, or else simply disintegrated. Either way, her tights were on full view now, and showing one or two small ladders in the thighs from the excessive move and tumble of their fighting. The fourth blade had also scored her back, and cut the back strap of her lingerie, leaving the poor garment keeping her decent only very precariously as it was supported by just the shoulder straps, and an impressive level of form-fitting on the cups.
Panting heavily, she leaned on the desk with both hands, holding her crop crookedly and mostly forgotten for the moment. Only a moment though, unfortunately. A second later, her eyes snapped up, glaring fire at Rayner.
"I will leave you bleeding, boy! You aren't going to leave this detention with your hide intact, do you hear me!?" There was a rough, undisciplined edge to her shout; it seemed that, regardless of what state Mistress was in, the gradually increasing fervour of her emotion was consistent; desperately needing on one side, meant desperately vicious on the other.
She took a moment to tear the remaining scraps of her shirt and blazer off her wrists, then, almost hidden by the action, whipped the hand holding her crop upwards. AS he'd more or less guessed, this action put an unhealthy amount of force behind her very heavy teacher's desk, though at first, the waver in her balance sent it flying a little bit to his left. The lady growled and lashed her crop back towards him again, directing it, and this time her aim was much more on target.
It would have hurt a lot, as well, if Rayner hadn't been ready to get his shield to the hurtling projectile. Even so, the impact was fairly brutal; it was a very large, very heavy, very reinforced desk that crashed against his shield, and as much as the defence seemed laughably small in relation, the object still broke in half around it, shattering away to either side of Rayner without hurting him.
This in turn, was bad news for Mistress. The concussive blow swung Rayner around as he blocked it, and in the moments before the shield collapsed, this left its charged up counterblow pointed right at the over-zealous teacher. The bolt of reprisal leapt across the gap between them before she could respond, striking her with a blow square to the gut in a way that seemed to knock the wind out of her temporarily.
She dropped to her hands and knees as she recovered her breath, and punched the ground hard with the hand still holding her crop. One unfortunate result of this change of position, however, was the application of gravity to her already damaged chest wear. Without the back strap to support it, the shoulder straps slipped down to her wrists even as her hands went down, and this more or less left the entire piece to fall to floor level.
From where he was standing, Mistress had her head down and her hair falling forward, and between that and the position of her arms, he wasn't actually seeing very much at all of her healthy endowment, at least not yet.
If she was irked by the slip of the garment, it seemed that Msitress, while she was in her disciplinary mindset, at least was practical. She tried to raise one hand to point her riding crop, got snagged by the damaged undergarment around her wrist,s and swiftly shifted her other hand out of the strap so that it wouldn't catch. When her crop pointed up at him this time, the bra was suspended from her wrist by just the one strap, and on the whole it would have looked comical, if not for the fact that the end of her riding crop suddenly released a tightly compressed bullet of air that nailed Rayner in the chest. The blast flung him back against the board on the far wall, again, while Mistress began to gather herself (-40).
"Hold him still, we're not done..." It was a low growl, still delivered from her hands and knees with her head down, but the glowing summon circle that appeared near Rayner's feet was a sure sign of another of her little classroom soldiers coming up. It was another Bully statue, and though Rayner managed to avoid the swing of its ruler, it moved with him, attempting to pin the beset navi to the wall while its mistress recovered. Even so, it was only a statue, and after using its one charge of mobility, it fell to lifelessness again. It wouldn't take much effort for Rayner to wiggle out form behind it, but it would buy the crazy navi a few moments at least.
A second glowing circle around her other wrist announced the re-summoning of the same book-shield she had called earlier, with a brief flutter of paper as it attached firmly to her arm. She folded this arm protectively across her exposed chest as she picked herself up, shaking her head to throw her hair back and fix Rayner with a glare.
"I need to put you in your place. You're never going to learn anything if you don't learn to obey and be obedient, young man." There was at least a small modicum of cold collection returned to her as she began to advance towards Rayner, but it didn't last; as she walked forward, her eyes flicked to the statue, and the curling reinforcement began to crawl up its length from the ground.
"You need to Listen! You need to Behave! You need—" the climbing scrollwork completed its reinforcement of the statue, and Mistress' eyes flickered, her step faltering for a fraction of a moment. The arm covering her chest became something more of a self-hugging gesture and she licked her lips, drawing a deep sigh.
"You need... you need to give it to me, right now... Please... I need it, I'm desperate... It's been so long, so very long... and you're such a handsome student... please..." Unfortunately for Rayner, her pace towards him didn't actually slow, and she advanced towards him with entirely different, hungry-looking intentions. Chances are Rayner would have preferred the murderous intent from moments before. Oh dear.
-=The One-woman Disciplinary Committee=-
Mistress.Exe: 335hp [Cracked Mirror: Seduction][Bearing down on Rayner with dangerous intentions][Glitch: The Room is Tilty! (-1 rank of accuracy for all attacks, -1 rank for Dodges)][Book Shield Equipped]
-=The One-man Disciplinary Problem=-
Rayner.Exe: 95Hp [Thrust up against the board again, and partially blocked by a new statue]
-=The One-Person Prison=-
100% Normal
-=Objects=-
Teacher's Desk: CRUNCH
Student Desks: ALL SPLINTERS
RedFruit: OMNOMNOM
BullyBasherA: DELETED
BullyBasherB: 30Hp [Reinforced]
Mistress' Book-Shield: 20Hp [Equipped to Mistress]
Notes:
The Cracked Mirror: Mistress.Exe will switch, seemingly at random, between two distinct personality mindsets; Seduction, and Discipline. In Discipline, she will be actively interested in wearing Rayner down, while in Seduction she will be far more focused on... other things. There may be a way to keep her more reliably in one mode or another, but no way to completely prevent the back and forth.
So far, it has been observed that playing along with her mood seems to facilitate a change, while denying it slows it down. Also observed has been an immediate switch any time Mistress uses her passive ability.
She reappeared, picking herself up as Rayner backed off. Her hair was dishevelled and messed badly, but far more noticeable was the damage his blade-edged whip had done to her outfit. Four blades had stuck, neatly separating the back of first her blazer, then her blouse, both of which seemed to have more or less fallen to shreds that clung hinderingly about her wrists. Her skirt, too had suffered the blade, and was no where to be seen now; likely cut through, it was probably on the floor behind the desk, or else simply disintegrated. Either way, her tights were on full view now, and showing one or two small ladders in the thighs from the excessive move and tumble of their fighting. The fourth blade had also scored her back, and cut the back strap of her lingerie, leaving the poor garment keeping her decent only very precariously as it was supported by just the shoulder straps, and an impressive level of form-fitting on the cups.
Panting heavily, she leaned on the desk with both hands, holding her crop crookedly and mostly forgotten for the moment. Only a moment though, unfortunately. A second later, her eyes snapped up, glaring fire at Rayner.
"I will leave you bleeding, boy! You aren't going to leave this detention with your hide intact, do you hear me!?" There was a rough, undisciplined edge to her shout; it seemed that, regardless of what state Mistress was in, the gradually increasing fervour of her emotion was consistent; desperately needing on one side, meant desperately vicious on the other.
She took a moment to tear the remaining scraps of her shirt and blazer off her wrists, then, almost hidden by the action, whipped the hand holding her crop upwards. AS he'd more or less guessed, this action put an unhealthy amount of force behind her very heavy teacher's desk, though at first, the waver in her balance sent it flying a little bit to his left. The lady growled and lashed her crop back towards him again, directing it, and this time her aim was much more on target.
It would have hurt a lot, as well, if Rayner hadn't been ready to get his shield to the hurtling projectile. Even so, the impact was fairly brutal; it was a very large, very heavy, very reinforced desk that crashed against his shield, and as much as the defence seemed laughably small in relation, the object still broke in half around it, shattering away to either side of Rayner without hurting him.
This in turn, was bad news for Mistress. The concussive blow swung Rayner around as he blocked it, and in the moments before the shield collapsed, this left its charged up counterblow pointed right at the over-zealous teacher. The bolt of reprisal leapt across the gap between them before she could respond, striking her with a blow square to the gut in a way that seemed to knock the wind out of her temporarily.
She dropped to her hands and knees as she recovered her breath, and punched the ground hard with the hand still holding her crop. One unfortunate result of this change of position, however, was the application of gravity to her already damaged chest wear. Without the back strap to support it, the shoulder straps slipped down to her wrists even as her hands went down, and this more or less left the entire piece to fall to floor level.
From where he was standing, Mistress had her head down and her hair falling forward, and between that and the position of her arms, he wasn't actually seeing very much at all of her healthy endowment, at least not yet.
If she was irked by the slip of the garment, it seemed that Msitress, while she was in her disciplinary mindset, at least was practical. She tried to raise one hand to point her riding crop, got snagged by the damaged undergarment around her wrist,s and swiftly shifted her other hand out of the strap so that it wouldn't catch. When her crop pointed up at him this time, the bra was suspended from her wrist by just the one strap, and on the whole it would have looked comical, if not for the fact that the end of her riding crop suddenly released a tightly compressed bullet of air that nailed Rayner in the chest. The blast flung him back against the board on the far wall, again, while Mistress began to gather herself (-40).
"Hold him still, we're not done..." It was a low growl, still delivered from her hands and knees with her head down, but the glowing summon circle that appeared near Rayner's feet was a sure sign of another of her little classroom soldiers coming up. It was another Bully statue, and though Rayner managed to avoid the swing of its ruler, it moved with him, attempting to pin the beset navi to the wall while its mistress recovered. Even so, it was only a statue, and after using its one charge of mobility, it fell to lifelessness again. It wouldn't take much effort for Rayner to wiggle out form behind it, but it would buy the crazy navi a few moments at least.
A second glowing circle around her other wrist announced the re-summoning of the same book-shield she had called earlier, with a brief flutter of paper as it attached firmly to her arm. She folded this arm protectively across her exposed chest as she picked herself up, shaking her head to throw her hair back and fix Rayner with a glare.
"I need to put you in your place. You're never going to learn anything if you don't learn to obey and be obedient, young man." There was at least a small modicum of cold collection returned to her as she began to advance towards Rayner, but it didn't last; as she walked forward, her eyes flicked to the statue, and the curling reinforcement began to crawl up its length from the ground.
"You need to Listen! You need to Behave! You need—" the climbing scrollwork completed its reinforcement of the statue, and Mistress' eyes flickered, her step faltering for a fraction of a moment. The arm covering her chest became something more of a self-hugging gesture and she licked her lips, drawing a deep sigh.
"You need... you need to give it to me, right now... Please... I need it, I'm desperate... It's been so long, so very long... and you're such a handsome student... please..." Unfortunately for Rayner, her pace towards him didn't actually slow, and she advanced towards him with entirely different, hungry-looking intentions. Chances are Rayner would have preferred the murderous intent from moments before. Oh dear.
-=The One-woman Disciplinary Committee=-
Mistress.Exe: 335hp [Cracked Mirror: Seduction][Bearing down on Rayner with dangerous intentions][Glitch: The Room is Tilty! (-1 rank of accuracy for all attacks, -1 rank for Dodges)][Book Shield Equipped]
-=The One-man Disciplinary Problem=-
Rayner.Exe: 95Hp [Thrust up against the board again, and partially blocked by a new statue]
-=The One-Person Prison=-
100% Normal
-=Objects=-
Teacher's Desk: CRUNCH
Student Desks: ALL SPLINTERS
RedFruit: OMNOMNOM
BullyBasherA: DELETED
BullyBasherB: 30Hp [Reinforced]
Mistress' Book-Shield: 20Hp [Equipped to Mistress]
Notes:
The Cracked Mirror: Mistress.Exe will switch, seemingly at random, between two distinct personality mindsets; Seduction, and Discipline. In Discipline, she will be actively interested in wearing Rayner down, while in Seduction she will be far more focused on... other things. There may be a way to keep her more reliably in one mode or another, but no way to completely prevent the back and forth.
So far, it has been observed that playing along with her mood seems to facilitate a change, while denying it slows it down. Also observed has been an immediate switch any time Mistress uses her passive ability.
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The desk hits Rayner's shield he begins to feel like he has the upperhand. When Mistress raises her whip he doesn't bother to move because there's nothing else for her to throw at him, he thinks. It turns out he's wrong and air can hurt so he finds himself even further away from her. He's knocked down as well as back and when he rises and he finds himself snuggled up too-close for comfort within striking range of one of the Bullies. He takes a couple quick steps, clumsy and awkward, and gets himself pinned against the wall. He's listening to Mistress speak while watching with horror as the statue changes and then her voice changes and he flips his attention back to her. He finds his eyes get stuck and he should probably be doing something and he knows she's not good for his health, especially with all the flipping, but the site of her in rags is something he can (privately) admit to being fascinated by. Problem is his situation isn't private at all and -
J: So, ElecPulse?
-while he doesn't mind an audience in theory in practice it's a much different beast. Especially when the audience is composed of someone who you have to spend the rest of your time with after all the fun in the (nonexistant) sheets end. He's beginning to wonder if the audience's fixation on a particular chip is just out of knowing it is the strongest weapon in their repertoire and she thinks they can just blast all their problems away or if she's taken a particular disliking to the opponent. Either way Rayner's successes this fight have come from calming down and planning so he finally shifts his focus off the very (dangerous) pretty lady in front of him and onto her toys. He takes a breath and holds it, closing his eyes while attempting to close his ears and thinks it through. There's a green glow off to his side and he doesn't have to look to know his scarf is dissolving into pixels and then nothing because its doing the process in reverse around his hips and he can feel the static tingling across his upper thighs. It proves to be the spark he needs as his plan abruptly jolts into place in his mind and he opens his eyes with a sharp bark of laughter that escapes before he can stop it. Oh well, he has a plan and he feels safer for it. Rayner digs up some words in his brain for both of the women currently in his life and attempts to get to work.
R: Send Shotgun
"Mistress my dear! How passionately you present yourself, how beautiful to behold!" He can channel his natrual hamminess into praise of other people pretty easily, and it turns out it's pretty fun to play with alliteration even if there's more important things to do and he's not alliterating correctly. "How charming your cheek, you truly are a tasty treat to the senses!" He pauses for effect and time, listening to the distant sounds of Joan rooting around through the meager collection of chips. He needs to play to her mood, string her along like a fish. He turns his voice from praise to something with a little more bite in the undertones, his words become mocking as he sets his mechanical arm against the statue in front of him, claws spread wide on the ornate decoration. "How hilariously horrible you prove yourself to be as a teacher! Why should i give you anything?"
J: Got it, I hope you have a plan.
Rayner changes his tone, clearing his throat as he attempts to determine what way he needs to push. He might feel bad about blasting Mistress in her Seduction mode right in the face but that's not true for her Discipline. He attempts to push her there, realizing at the moment he's flopping more than a fish on land. "I don't know why we have to fight, there's something much more rewarding we could be doing." There's a quiet click under his words as his arm reconfigures into double barrel pressed against the statue's chest. "But you must hurry! I can't wait here much longer!" It's true, he has angles and trajectory and what comes after that to consider. He gives her a moment to get closer, keeps his eyes son the book in her hand and adjusts his arm against the statue accordingly. It's all a matter of angles, he thinks then fires. His goal is never the other Navi herself but the book in his hand, he only hopes the strength of shotgun is enough to penetrate all the way through the statue. He doesn't wait to find out though, he's moving as soon as the attack ends. He ducks and runs, scraping his back against the wall to squeeze out of where he was pinned and then he's free and staggering across the floor in a clumsy attempt to dodge her retaliation. He turns to her, all grin and confidence under his mask, and pull the scarf from his waist and flings it at her once more! Even if it doesn't hit it can serve as distraction and as he waits to see which side of Mistress he'll be facing. He does his best to keep light on his toes and wary, but he thinks he's been managing well so far.
--Summary--
1) Shotgun 50 + Spread 1, Accuracy A* @ BullyBasherB, Mistress' Book Shield
2) Dodge
3) Static Snag - 30 Elec + Stun, Accuracy C @ Mistress
*Marksmanship: +1 rank to Shot type moves
Static Snag - 0/2
J: So, ElecPulse?
-while he doesn't mind an audience in theory in practice it's a much different beast. Especially when the audience is composed of someone who you have to spend the rest of your time with after all the fun in the (nonexistant) sheets end. He's beginning to wonder if the audience's fixation on a particular chip is just out of knowing it is the strongest weapon in their repertoire and she thinks they can just blast all their problems away or if she's taken a particular disliking to the opponent. Either way Rayner's successes this fight have come from calming down and planning so he finally shifts his focus off the very (dangerous) pretty lady in front of him and onto her toys. He takes a breath and holds it, closing his eyes while attempting to close his ears and thinks it through. There's a green glow off to his side and he doesn't have to look to know his scarf is dissolving into pixels and then nothing because its doing the process in reverse around his hips and he can feel the static tingling across his upper thighs. It proves to be the spark he needs as his plan abruptly jolts into place in his mind and he opens his eyes with a sharp bark of laughter that escapes before he can stop it. Oh well, he has a plan and he feels safer for it. Rayner digs up some words in his brain for both of the women currently in his life and attempts to get to work.
R: Send Shotgun
"Mistress my dear! How passionately you present yourself, how beautiful to behold!" He can channel his natrual hamminess into praise of other people pretty easily, and it turns out it's pretty fun to play with alliteration even if there's more important things to do and he's not alliterating correctly. "How charming your cheek, you truly are a tasty treat to the senses!" He pauses for effect and time, listening to the distant sounds of Joan rooting around through the meager collection of chips. He needs to play to her mood, string her along like a fish. He turns his voice from praise to something with a little more bite in the undertones, his words become mocking as he sets his mechanical arm against the statue in front of him, claws spread wide on the ornate decoration. "How hilariously horrible you prove yourself to be as a teacher! Why should i give you anything?"
J: Got it, I hope you have a plan.
Rayner changes his tone, clearing his throat as he attempts to determine what way he needs to push. He might feel bad about blasting Mistress in her Seduction mode right in the face but that's not true for her Discipline. He attempts to push her there, realizing at the moment he's flopping more than a fish on land. "I don't know why we have to fight, there's something much more rewarding we could be doing." There's a quiet click under his words as his arm reconfigures into double barrel pressed against the statue's chest. "But you must hurry! I can't wait here much longer!" It's true, he has angles and trajectory and what comes after that to consider. He gives her a moment to get closer, keeps his eyes son the book in her hand and adjusts his arm against the statue accordingly. It's all a matter of angles, he thinks then fires. His goal is never the other Navi herself but the book in his hand, he only hopes the strength of shotgun is enough to penetrate all the way through the statue. He doesn't wait to find out though, he's moving as soon as the attack ends. He ducks and runs, scraping his back against the wall to squeeze out of where he was pinned and then he's free and staggering across the floor in a clumsy attempt to dodge her retaliation. He turns to her, all grin and confidence under his mask, and pull the scarf from his waist and flings it at her once more! Even if it doesn't hit it can serve as distraction and as he waits to see which side of Mistress he'll be facing. He does his best to keep light on his toes and wary, but he thinks he's been managing well so far.
--Summary--
1) Shotgun 50 + Spread 1, Accuracy A* @ BullyBasherB, Mistress' Book Shield
2) Dodge
3) Static Snag - 30 Elec + Stun, Accuracy C @ Mistress
*Marksmanship: +1 rank to Shot type moves
Static Snag - 0/2
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Mistress continues her eager rush towards him as Rayner weighs his options. He's still struggling with his internal debate, his operator and the ridiculousness of the situation when she snakes her arms over the shoulders of the stature, pressing her chest against its back even she she reaches for him. Their exchange becomes something of a game of eye-contact peekaboo as she writhes slightly just on the other side of the inert statue, unconsciously rolling her hips and sending eye-drawing undulations through the rest of her form as a result. She looks at him as he flirts, first from one side of the statue's head, then the other, all the while her hands reach around the space between to grip and stroke at her... Truant? Target? Toy?
When his flirtatious words began to imply that he might not give her what she wanted, her look shifted from hopeful and hungry back to desperate again, her fingertips gripping more deliberately at his clothes.
"Oh please, please... you must! School is out already. There's no rush! Ahh... Ah, but, we can make it a short-course, if you want! That's alright too!" That her various scholastic terminology seemed to be growing progressively less fitting and more reaching, was probably a sign of her distress, or at least, the distress of the seductive Mistress, at any rate. She relaxed again, settling back to a broad, sultry smile when he suggested "Other Activities" to fighting. It really isn't much of a flirt, but at the same time, she seems quite eager to accepting anything that might be a positive sign, at this stage.
"Oh don't you worry, young man... We can be quick, if that's what you want. Mistress will take care of everything. It's about time for your examination anyway!" More confident that she was going to get what she wanted, the woman had lapsed back into her more dominant seductive style, and as she pressed herself seductively up against the back of the statue between them, her hands worked their way lower, trying to find some way to do more than simply touch or stroke at his groin. "This won't take long, but you must give it your all!" There was a subtle change in the motion of her hands as Rayner lined up his shot carefully. She had snaked her hands around the statue, but the book shield was mostly just getting in the way while she tried to work, and it was an easy task for him to find an angle that would let him blast the statue and it as well, without hitting Mistress.
"It's a shame that you've driven me to this, boy, but I'm afraid a good spanking is the only thing for it right now. You will learn your lesson, one way or the other, before you leave here today." Well, that didn't sound like the seductive mistress at all. Suddenly the way in which she was seeking to get him out of his pants took on a different light, but fortunately for Rayner, it was also about time for him to take the shot.
The shotgun blast clearly came as a surprise to the deranged teacher, and she cried out as the spread of fire ripped through the shield on her arm and more or less reduced the statue between them to rubble in the process. There was a small blast of force as the book tried to respond to the strike, and launch itself at Rayner as it had before, but this time the damage far outstripped its capacity to stand up, and the shield disintegrated well before it could get anywhere near him.
Mistress herself fell backwards from the destroyed statue with a sharp cry, landing on her rump and throwing out her hands behind to catch herself. This meant that neither of her hands were occupied in the earlier decency-preserving activity, but Rayner was already moving, dodging free of the ruined bully and getting some clear space to move in. By the time he turns back, Mistress has mostly picked herself up, though she still hasn't covered herself again. She weaves and staggers, still suffering from her balance glitch, and her hands spread wide, for stability, rather than crossing over her chest like they had before.
It was in this state that Rayner, being ever the gentleman, threw her his scarf. It wasn't quite the chivalrous action it appeared, and Mistress herself was too busy with her balance to really see or avoid the drifting garment. With almost and almost insulting casual flutter, the scarf plasters itself across her exposed chest and discharges its stunning jolt. The woman's eyes bulge wide and her mouth gapes for a moment before...
"Ahh! Holy F—" the last word she shouted was really one that no proper teacher should ever be saying inside a classroom, but Mistress shouted it quite loudly indeed, hands clawing the scarf away before clasping them both in a very tight protective hold across the far too sensitive victims of the attack. She hunched over, bending in on herself slightly as she ground her teeth through the sensation, then managed to look up at Rayner at last. The same furious glare was there, though it was accompanied by laboured breathing now.
"I'll see you expelled for this! You hear? Expelled!" Each utterance of the 'E' word was followed by Mistress, still mostly hunched over, freeing one hand enough to swing her riding crop at him. As before, each lash of the crop sent a forceful burst of highly compressed air in Rayner's direction, but he managed to avoid the first, and her second attempt missed him by a hair anyway.
This seemed to be the limit of her attacks for now though. Despite being clearly in her discipline mode, she was temporarily more focused on holding her chest protectively tight and rocking slightly, uttering the word she probably shouldn't be saying a few more times through clenched teeth for good measure.
-=The One-woman Disciplinary Committee=-
Mistress.Exe: 305hp [Cracked Mirror: Discipline][Middle of the room, hunched in on herself and guarding her chest][Glitch: The Room is Tilty! (-1 rank of accuracy for all attacks, -1 rank for Dodges)][Stunned!]
-=The One-man Disciplinary Problem=-
Rayner.Exe: 95Hp [Near the board]
-=The One-Person Prison=-
100% Normal
-=Objects=-
Teacher's Desk: CRUNCH
Student Desks: ALL SPLINTERS
RedFruit: OMNOMNOM
BullyBasherA: DELETED
BullyBasherB: DELETED
Notes:
The Cracked Mirror: Mistress.Exe will switch, seemingly at random, between two distinct personality mindsets; Seduction, and Discipline. In Discipline, she will be actively interested in wearing Rayner down, while in Seduction she will be far more focused on... other things. There may be a way to keep her more reliably in one mode or another, but no way to completely prevent the back and forth.
So far, it has been observed that playing along with her mood seems to facilitate a change, while denying it slows it down. Also observed has been an immediate switch any time Mistress uses her subtype ability.
When his flirtatious words began to imply that he might not give her what she wanted, her look shifted from hopeful and hungry back to desperate again, her fingertips gripping more deliberately at his clothes.
"Oh please, please... you must! School is out already. There's no rush! Ahh... Ah, but, we can make it a short-course, if you want! That's alright too!" That her various scholastic terminology seemed to be growing progressively less fitting and more reaching, was probably a sign of her distress, or at least, the distress of the seductive Mistress, at any rate. She relaxed again, settling back to a broad, sultry smile when he suggested "Other Activities" to fighting. It really isn't much of a flirt, but at the same time, she seems quite eager to accepting anything that might be a positive sign, at this stage.
"Oh don't you worry, young man... We can be quick, if that's what you want. Mistress will take care of everything. It's about time for your examination anyway!" More confident that she was going to get what she wanted, the woman had lapsed back into her more dominant seductive style, and as she pressed herself seductively up against the back of the statue between them, her hands worked their way lower, trying to find some way to do more than simply touch or stroke at his groin. "This won't take long, but you must give it your all!" There was a subtle change in the motion of her hands as Rayner lined up his shot carefully. She had snaked her hands around the statue, but the book shield was mostly just getting in the way while she tried to work, and it was an easy task for him to find an angle that would let him blast the statue and it as well, without hitting Mistress.
"It's a shame that you've driven me to this, boy, but I'm afraid a good spanking is the only thing for it right now. You will learn your lesson, one way or the other, before you leave here today." Well, that didn't sound like the seductive mistress at all. Suddenly the way in which she was seeking to get him out of his pants took on a different light, but fortunately for Rayner, it was also about time for him to take the shot.
The shotgun blast clearly came as a surprise to the deranged teacher, and she cried out as the spread of fire ripped through the shield on her arm and more or less reduced the statue between them to rubble in the process. There was a small blast of force as the book tried to respond to the strike, and launch itself at Rayner as it had before, but this time the damage far outstripped its capacity to stand up, and the shield disintegrated well before it could get anywhere near him.
Mistress herself fell backwards from the destroyed statue with a sharp cry, landing on her rump and throwing out her hands behind to catch herself. This meant that neither of her hands were occupied in the earlier decency-preserving activity, but Rayner was already moving, dodging free of the ruined bully and getting some clear space to move in. By the time he turns back, Mistress has mostly picked herself up, though she still hasn't covered herself again. She weaves and staggers, still suffering from her balance glitch, and her hands spread wide, for stability, rather than crossing over her chest like they had before.
It was in this state that Rayner, being ever the gentleman, threw her his scarf. It wasn't quite the chivalrous action it appeared, and Mistress herself was too busy with her balance to really see or avoid the drifting garment. With almost and almost insulting casual flutter, the scarf plasters itself across her exposed chest and discharges its stunning jolt. The woman's eyes bulge wide and her mouth gapes for a moment before...
"Ahh! Holy F—" the last word she shouted was really one that no proper teacher should ever be saying inside a classroom, but Mistress shouted it quite loudly indeed, hands clawing the scarf away before clasping them both in a very tight protective hold across the far too sensitive victims of the attack. She hunched over, bending in on herself slightly as she ground her teeth through the sensation, then managed to look up at Rayner at last. The same furious glare was there, though it was accompanied by laboured breathing now.
"I'll see you expelled for this! You hear? Expelled!" Each utterance of the 'E' word was followed by Mistress, still mostly hunched over, freeing one hand enough to swing her riding crop at him. As before, each lash of the crop sent a forceful burst of highly compressed air in Rayner's direction, but he managed to avoid the first, and her second attempt missed him by a hair anyway.
This seemed to be the limit of her attacks for now though. Despite being clearly in her discipline mode, she was temporarily more focused on holding her chest protectively tight and rocking slightly, uttering the word she probably shouldn't be saying a few more times through clenched teeth for good measure.
-=The One-woman Disciplinary Committee=-
Mistress.Exe: 305hp [Cracked Mirror: Discipline][Middle of the room, hunched in on herself and guarding her chest][Glitch: The Room is Tilty! (-1 rank of accuracy for all attacks, -1 rank for Dodges)][Stunned!]
-=The One-man Disciplinary Problem=-
Rayner.Exe: 95Hp [Near the board]
-=The One-Person Prison=-
100% Normal
-=Objects=-
Teacher's Desk: CRUNCH
Student Desks: ALL SPLINTERS
RedFruit: OMNOMNOM
BullyBasherA: DELETED
BullyBasherB: DELETED
Notes:
The Cracked Mirror: Mistress.Exe will switch, seemingly at random, between two distinct personality mindsets; Seduction, and Discipline. In Discipline, she will be actively interested in wearing Rayner down, while in Seduction she will be far more focused on... other things. There may be a way to keep her more reliably in one mode or another, but no way to completely prevent the back and forth.
So far, it has been observed that playing along with her mood seems to facilitate a change, while denying it slows it down. Also observed has been an immediate switch any time Mistress uses her subtype ability.
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It probably should not have suprised Rayner that when his plan started failing it did so in spectacular fashion. The part with the Shotgun went fine. Rayner's dodging was a bit sloppy as he tossed the scarf in one quick movement and then stared in horror at the trainwreck he had created.
"Oh nooo..." His voice trailed off as he licked his lips nervously as Mistress yelled. He attempted to back up with his hands reaching for something but all he found was the wall as his claw scraped across it. He really should have planned this better, he really should have thought his actions through better and he was beginning to realize it. He had gotten exactly what he wanted though, just not in the way he had intended! "I don't suppose you'd be willing to still talk it out, hm dearest?" Joan snorted loudly over the private connection with Rayner and began searching their pile of chips.
"There is no way she's going to wan to talk things out now. Hell, you might be better off getting her to switch back to...whatever it is she's switching between." Was the proper term personality or mood? Ah well, Joan decided the important thing now was ensuring Rayner had enough firepower to ward off Mistress. She had also decided to swallow her embarrassment over the whole situation and focus on getting Rayner out of his current situation. "You ah, may want to get out range." Now it was Rayner's turn to snort at her, although he quickly shifted back to looking worried and horrified at what he had done to Mistress. Maybe, maybe he could twist this situation to his benefit? He couldn't see a way how at the moment but maybe if he started talking...
"That was not what I meant to do at all! I just wanted to, ah, spice things up a bit! I agree I should probably be expelled," Even though I'm not enrolled here to begin with he thought, his hands spread wide in what was probably meant to be a pacifying gesture. He was carefully making his way along the wall towards the opposite end of the room. He seemed likely to try to continue creeping past her if he got the chance but he kept his eyes open to move in a hurry if she got rowdy again. He could distantly feel the buzz of chip data as Joan''s choices flitted through his system. He'd hold off on using anything until he knew what he was dealing with though.
--Summary--
1) Movement towards other end of room
2) Dodge
TURNSPLICE
"Oh nooo..." His voice trailed off as he licked his lips nervously as Mistress yelled. He attempted to back up with his hands reaching for something but all he found was the wall as his claw scraped across it. He really should have planned this better, he really should have thought his actions through better and he was beginning to realize it. He had gotten exactly what he wanted though, just not in the way he had intended! "I don't suppose you'd be willing to still talk it out, hm dearest?" Joan snorted loudly over the private connection with Rayner and began searching their pile of chips.
"There is no way she's going to wan to talk things out now. Hell, you might be better off getting her to switch back to...whatever it is she's switching between." Was the proper term personality or mood? Ah well, Joan decided the important thing now was ensuring Rayner had enough firepower to ward off Mistress. She had also decided to swallow her embarrassment over the whole situation and focus on getting Rayner out of his current situation. "You ah, may want to get out range." Now it was Rayner's turn to snort at her, although he quickly shifted back to looking worried and horrified at what he had done to Mistress. Maybe, maybe he could twist this situation to his benefit? He couldn't see a way how at the moment but maybe if he started talking...
"That was not what I meant to do at all! I just wanted to, ah, spice things up a bit! I agree I should probably be expelled," Even though I'm not enrolled here to begin with he thought, his hands spread wide in what was probably meant to be a pacifying gesture. He was carefully making his way along the wall towards the opposite end of the room. He seemed likely to try to continue creeping past her if he got the chance but he kept his eyes open to move in a hurry if she got rowdy again. He could distantly feel the buzz of chip data as Joan''s choices flitted through his system. He'd hold off on using anything until he knew what he was dealing with though.
--Summary--
1) Movement towards other end of room
2) Dodge
TURNSPLICE
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In light of present circumstances, talking things out calmly wasn't particularly on Mistress' radar, in either form. Stunned and distracted for the time being, she winced and rubbed gingerly at the shocked area, though the action probably looked far more saucy than was really intended; as much a s she was rubbing gentle fingers over her nipples, while the majority of her chest was laid bare and on display, it was clearly from the staticy discomfort the earlier shock had caused, rather than any sort of flirtation.
Of course, the more Rayner tried to diffuse her ire, the more this seemed to keep Mistress of a mind to trounce him, if she could. As the possibly penitent navi made his way to a more tactically sound position, Mistress herself managed to grit her teeth through the worst of the sensation and stand more upright. She was collected enough to keep one arm crossed over her chest, and seemed wiling to make the sacrifice to her combat ability for the sake of personal decency, even now, but that still left her to her hand free to swing her riding crop about, and swing it she did. Not an air bullet this time, as she lashed the weapon in his direction, but judging by the flurry of scattered papers and wood fragments, the blow had been intended as a telekinetic force, probably the same way she'd been throwing the desks around earlier. One way or the other, however, Rayner himself felt nothing of the attempted attack; exactly how she'd missed him was a mystery, but not one to question.
"Detention isn't good enough for you! I'll have you expelled alright... but not before I flay the skin from your bones, you little Brat!!" She moved towards Rayner as he retreated, but her pace was slow, hampered by her tilty balance, and her unwillingness to use her second arm for better stability. Trying to sooth her disciplinarian streak was only keeping her furious, it seemed, and with no objects nearby to turn her fortifying touch to, she stayed that way for now.
-=The One-woman Disciplinary Committee=-
Mistress.Exe: 305hp [Cracked Mirror: Discipline][Middle of the room, fairly close to Rayner, but not quite in melee range][Glitch: The Room is Tilty! (-1 rank of accuracy for all attacks, -1 rank for Dodges)]
-=The One-man Disciplinary Problem=-
Rayner.Exe: 95Hp [Towards the back of the room]
-=The One-Person Prison=-
100% Normal
-=Objects=-
Teacher's Desk: CRUNCH
Student Desks: ALL SPLINTERS
RedFruit: OMNOMNOM
BullyBasherA: DELETED
BullyBasherB: DELETED
Notes:
The Cracked Mirror: Mistress.Exe will switch, seemingly at random, between two distinct personality mindsets; Seduction, and Discipline. In Discipline, she will be actively interested in wearing Rayner down, while in Seduction she will be far more focused on... other things. There may be a way to keep her more reliably in one mode or another, but no way to completely prevent the back and forth.
So far, it has been observed that playing along with her mood seems to facilitate a change, while denying it slows it down. Also observed has been an immediate switch any time Mistress uses her subtype ability.
1 Action Remaining
Of course, the more Rayner tried to diffuse her ire, the more this seemed to keep Mistress of a mind to trounce him, if she could. As the possibly penitent navi made his way to a more tactically sound position, Mistress herself managed to grit her teeth through the worst of the sensation and stand more upright. She was collected enough to keep one arm crossed over her chest, and seemed wiling to make the sacrifice to her combat ability for the sake of personal decency, even now, but that still left her to her hand free to swing her riding crop about, and swing it she did. Not an air bullet this time, as she lashed the weapon in his direction, but judging by the flurry of scattered papers and wood fragments, the blow had been intended as a telekinetic force, probably the same way she'd been throwing the desks around earlier. One way or the other, however, Rayner himself felt nothing of the attempted attack; exactly how she'd missed him was a mystery, but not one to question.
"Detention isn't good enough for you! I'll have you expelled alright... but not before I flay the skin from your bones, you little Brat!!" She moved towards Rayner as he retreated, but her pace was slow, hampered by her tilty balance, and her unwillingness to use her second arm for better stability. Trying to sooth her disciplinarian streak was only keeping her furious, it seemed, and with no objects nearby to turn her fortifying touch to, she stayed that way for now.
-=The One-woman Disciplinary Committee=-
Mistress.Exe: 305hp [Cracked Mirror: Discipline][Middle of the room, fairly close to Rayner, but not quite in melee range][Glitch: The Room is Tilty! (-1 rank of accuracy for all attacks, -1 rank for Dodges)]
-=The One-man Disciplinary Problem=-
Rayner.Exe: 95Hp [Towards the back of the room]
-=The One-Person Prison=-
100% Normal
-=Objects=-
Teacher's Desk: CRUNCH
Student Desks: ALL SPLINTERS
RedFruit: OMNOMNOM
BullyBasherA: DELETED
BullyBasherB: DELETED
Notes:
The Cracked Mirror: Mistress.Exe will switch, seemingly at random, between two distinct personality mindsets; Seduction, and Discipline. In Discipline, she will be actively interested in wearing Rayner down, while in Seduction she will be far more focused on... other things. There may be a way to keep her more reliably in one mode or another, but no way to completely prevent the back and forth.
So far, it has been observed that playing along with her mood seems to facilitate a change, while denying it slows it down. Also observed has been an immediate switch any time Mistress uses her subtype ability.
1 Action Remaining
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"I really don't know why you thought that would get you anywhere." Joan remarked as Rayner's negotiations ended in a failure. "Seriously, what were you expecting?"
"I don't knooow..." Rayner groaned, passing his hand over his helmet as if he'd meant to pull his fingers through his hair in frustration and had only realized at the last that oh yeah, there was a helmet in the way. He had well and truly done it now, but at least he didn't have to feel bad attacking her anymore!
"Right, is it time for ElecPulse yet or do you have something else you want to try?" The chip in question was currently being fiddled with, Joan was more ready to have the whole situation done and over with.
Her Navi considered for a moment and then shook his head. "No, I'll need it to take out her book and the dumb statues. Ah...how about cannon? I don't really want her near me right now.." Joan snorted at that but dug through the chips for the requested one.
"Here you go. Have you considered just fighting it out? I don't think you can recover diplomatically from your, ah, mishap there." Rayner grumbled something under his breath as his arm shifted into its familiar Cannon shape. "Sorry, I can't understand grumbles!" Joan sounded just a bit too cheerful for Rayner's taste.
"YEAH yeah, I know. I don't really know what I was hoping for anyways..." He grumbled. The cannon came up with the twin cursors in Rayner's eyes, a small pause for aiming and then....BOOM. Rayner's arm almost didn't move at all from the attack but it was a good bet Mistress would be feeling it.
/Turnsplice
--Summary--
3) Cannon 60 + Knockback, Acc A @Mistress
+Marksmanship
"I don't knooow..." Rayner groaned, passing his hand over his helmet as if he'd meant to pull his fingers through his hair in frustration and had only realized at the last that oh yeah, there was a helmet in the way. He had well and truly done it now, but at least he didn't have to feel bad attacking her anymore!
"Right, is it time for ElecPulse yet or do you have something else you want to try?" The chip in question was currently being fiddled with, Joan was more ready to have the whole situation done and over with.
Her Navi considered for a moment and then shook his head. "No, I'll need it to take out her book and the dumb statues. Ah...how about cannon? I don't really want her near me right now.." Joan snorted at that but dug through the chips for the requested one.
"Here you go. Have you considered just fighting it out? I don't think you can recover diplomatically from your, ah, mishap there." Rayner grumbled something under his breath as his arm shifted into its familiar Cannon shape. "Sorry, I can't understand grumbles!" Joan sounded just a bit too cheerful for Rayner's taste.
"YEAH yeah, I know. I don't really know what I was hoping for anyways..." He grumbled. The cannon came up with the twin cursors in Rayner's eyes, a small pause for aiming and then....BOOM. Rayner's arm almost didn't move at all from the attack but it was a good bet Mistress would be feeling it.
/Turnsplice
--Summary--
3) Cannon 60 + Knockback, Acc A @Mistress
+Marksmanship
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There really wasn't very much that would make this awkward situation any more so, if one took some time and perspective to think about it. One the one hand, Rayner was more or less completely innocent in the entire series of events that had led him to this point... one the other, he was in the process of firing a cannon blast at a half-naked woman who was struggling just to make her way towards him. Add to that the uncertainty of whether she might try to kill him, or jump his bones, if she actually got there, and it was, in all honesty, pretty uncomfortable.
She looked up, her eyes flicking to his readied cannon, and a small snarl crested the woman's lips. Several things happened at once. Beside the mad-woman, another summoning circle began to bring a third statue into the room, and almost at once it began to fortify, from a touch by the end of her riding crop. In the same moment, Rayner fired his cannon, while the statue began to move as though to cover Mistress. It was too slow off the mark, however, and merely succeeded in putting itself between Rayner and his target after his shot had already blown past it.
With her balance already unstable, and both her arms busy, the heavy shell impacted the busty woman in the gut with an impressive amount of force, driving her backwards several feet, until she stumbled and fell backwards on her behind, arms and legs reaching out wildly to try and catch herself and, saving only the coincidental covering of her statue, exposing herself to the world again in the process. The small grunted exclamation that accompanied the impact was followed only by quite audible heavy panting, and if Rayner looked, he would see a dazed look on the woman's face as her eyes flickered and blinked rapidly.
It took a moment for her personality to settle, jumping back and forth multiple times in those few moments, as various factors pressed in on her already fractured mind. At last, her gaze softened and grew sultry again, and she leaned over a little, making an art of sprawling on the ground and making no effort whatsoever to hide her modesty from him now. Her breathing was still rough, but she began to crawl towards Rayner in what was clearly her best attempt as sexy stalking.
"Mmmm... I like it when it's rough, you know... you've left me so breathless... you've won, I'm yours... hahh... come on sweety, come and claim your reward..." When she had almost reached the cornered Navi, she began trying to stand, 'accidentally' rending open the thin nylon at the groin of her stockings to expose what was left of her racy lingerie as she did, and rubbing at the area with one hand.
As she stood, however, the woman wavered and stumbled, in a way that clearly wasn't deliberate. She blinked, taking a deep breath, and put one hand to her forehead.
"I... I um... I think I need a nurse." This time her voice sounded more faint and dazed, than sexy or sultry. "Nurse? Nurse! Nurse, I need you!" Her eyes weren't focused on Rayner any more, but instead casting about the room with a disoriented wander. The bars locking the room down sprang open, and the door, released from this hold, promptly fell right off its hinges and into the hallway beyond.
A few seconds later, a summoning circle similar to her others appeared behind her, but what appeared from it looked very much to be another version of Mistress herself. They looked identical, except that the original mistress was mostly naked and quite beat-up, while the new one was dressed not in the head-teacher's clothes, but medical whites.
As she stepped out from behind the battered woman, the other lady could be seen to be wearing white high-heels and equally white stockings. Rather than a skirt and blouse, she wore a one-piece dress that was snugly fit, with a ludicrously low-cut front V. A bright red cross was emblazoned over her right breast, as well as on the little white nurse cap she wore. There was a stethoscope around her neck that, almost certainly, had never been used for any proper medical activity, ever.
The 'nurse' looked once a Rayner with a small, almost secretive smile, then turned her attention to Mistress, sliding one hand over her duplicate's shoulder and making small sympathetic, soothing noises to her.
"Awww, what's wrong, honey? Are you not feeling well? Let me check your temperature..." When she purred like that, it sounded more or less identical to the original, too. Mistress panted and moaned, focusing her eyes on her double now.
"It hurts... I just couldn't handle all of him..."
"Oh, you're hot, sweety! So hot! Where does it hurt, hmm? Show nurse where you're aching..."
"Hahhh... here..." Mistress took one of Nurse's hands and clamped it over her exposed breast, then reached for her other hand as well. "Oh, and here... it aches here... it's burning!" Like a bad adult movie, she dragged the nurse's other hand to the front of her underwear, pressing it firmly against the part that 'ached'. The nurse pursed her lips and made a show of 'examining' both areas with thorough rubs and grips of her hands, then shook her head, tutting. She leaned in to give the other woman a very chaste, delicate kiss on the forehead... then a very distinctly less-so one on the lips. It lasted a good many uncomfortable seconds before the most-likely-not medical professional broke away.
"You're going to have to come back with me, honey. We can't leave you like this, now, can we? Don't worry, we'll get you lying down and we'll make all those aches go right away. Do you want to bring your toy with you?" By this point the two women were more or less hugging each other, and seemed on the verge of kissing again, when, in unison, they both turned their faces to look directly at Rayner, identical expressions unblinking.
Was that an offer? An ultimatum? A demand... a threat? Who could even begin to say, at this point? Sometimes, some offers were simply too dangerous to take up... maybe running screaming for the hills wasn't such a bad idea, but either way, the ball was in his court, at least for the moment. On the bright side, it seemed like the battle, if it could be called one, was over.
-=The One-woman Disciplinary Committee=-
Mistress.Exe: 245hp [Cracked Mirror: Seduction][Called For The Nurse]
-=The One-man Disciplinary Problem=-
Rayner.Exe: 95Hp
-=Battle 5, Victory!=-
Rewards: 1500z Airshot1
She looked up, her eyes flicking to his readied cannon, and a small snarl crested the woman's lips. Several things happened at once. Beside the mad-woman, another summoning circle began to bring a third statue into the room, and almost at once it began to fortify, from a touch by the end of her riding crop. In the same moment, Rayner fired his cannon, while the statue began to move as though to cover Mistress. It was too slow off the mark, however, and merely succeeded in putting itself between Rayner and his target after his shot had already blown past it.
With her balance already unstable, and both her arms busy, the heavy shell impacted the busty woman in the gut with an impressive amount of force, driving her backwards several feet, until she stumbled and fell backwards on her behind, arms and legs reaching out wildly to try and catch herself and, saving only the coincidental covering of her statue, exposing herself to the world again in the process. The small grunted exclamation that accompanied the impact was followed only by quite audible heavy panting, and if Rayner looked, he would see a dazed look on the woman's face as her eyes flickered and blinked rapidly.
It took a moment for her personality to settle, jumping back and forth multiple times in those few moments, as various factors pressed in on her already fractured mind. At last, her gaze softened and grew sultry again, and she leaned over a little, making an art of sprawling on the ground and making no effort whatsoever to hide her modesty from him now. Her breathing was still rough, but she began to crawl towards Rayner in what was clearly her best attempt as sexy stalking.
"Mmmm... I like it when it's rough, you know... you've left me so breathless... you've won, I'm yours... hahh... come on sweety, come and claim your reward..." When she had almost reached the cornered Navi, she began trying to stand, 'accidentally' rending open the thin nylon at the groin of her stockings to expose what was left of her racy lingerie as she did, and rubbing at the area with one hand.
As she stood, however, the woman wavered and stumbled, in a way that clearly wasn't deliberate. She blinked, taking a deep breath, and put one hand to her forehead.
"I... I um... I think I need a nurse." This time her voice sounded more faint and dazed, than sexy or sultry. "Nurse? Nurse! Nurse, I need you!" Her eyes weren't focused on Rayner any more, but instead casting about the room with a disoriented wander. The bars locking the room down sprang open, and the door, released from this hold, promptly fell right off its hinges and into the hallway beyond.
A few seconds later, a summoning circle similar to her others appeared behind her, but what appeared from it looked very much to be another version of Mistress herself. They looked identical, except that the original mistress was mostly naked and quite beat-up, while the new one was dressed not in the head-teacher's clothes, but medical whites.
As she stepped out from behind the battered woman, the other lady could be seen to be wearing white high-heels and equally white stockings. Rather than a skirt and blouse, she wore a one-piece dress that was snugly fit, with a ludicrously low-cut front V. A bright red cross was emblazoned over her right breast, as well as on the little white nurse cap she wore. There was a stethoscope around her neck that, almost certainly, had never been used for any proper medical activity, ever.
The 'nurse' looked once a Rayner with a small, almost secretive smile, then turned her attention to Mistress, sliding one hand over her duplicate's shoulder and making small sympathetic, soothing noises to her.
"Awww, what's wrong, honey? Are you not feeling well? Let me check your temperature..." When she purred like that, it sounded more or less identical to the original, too. Mistress panted and moaned, focusing her eyes on her double now.
"It hurts... I just couldn't handle all of him..."
"Oh, you're hot, sweety! So hot! Where does it hurt, hmm? Show nurse where you're aching..."
"Hahhh... here..." Mistress took one of Nurse's hands and clamped it over her exposed breast, then reached for her other hand as well. "Oh, and here... it aches here... it's burning!" Like a bad adult movie, she dragged the nurse's other hand to the front of her underwear, pressing it firmly against the part that 'ached'. The nurse pursed her lips and made a show of 'examining' both areas with thorough rubs and grips of her hands, then shook her head, tutting. She leaned in to give the other woman a very chaste, delicate kiss on the forehead... then a very distinctly less-so one on the lips. It lasted a good many uncomfortable seconds before the most-likely-not medical professional broke away.
"You're going to have to come back with me, honey. We can't leave you like this, now, can we? Don't worry, we'll get you lying down and we'll make all those aches go right away. Do you want to bring your toy with you?" By this point the two women were more or less hugging each other, and seemed on the verge of kissing again, when, in unison, they both turned their faces to look directly at Rayner, identical expressions unblinking.
Was that an offer? An ultimatum? A demand... a threat? Who could even begin to say, at this point? Sometimes, some offers were simply too dangerous to take up... maybe running screaming for the hills wasn't such a bad idea, but either way, the ball was in his court, at least for the moment. On the bright side, it seemed like the battle, if it could be called one, was over.
-=The One-woman Disciplinary Committee=-
Mistress.Exe: 245hp [Cracked Mirror: Seduction][Called For The Nurse]
-=The One-man Disciplinary Problem=-
Rayner.Exe: 95Hp
-=Battle 5, Victory!=-
Rewards: 1500
Quote (Airshot1)
Damage: 40 + Microburst
Accuracy: A
Description: A buster-like gun that shoots a bullet of compressed air, sending whatever it hits flying.
Duration: Once
Element: Null
Special: Wind Type: This chip counts as Wind Type for the purposes of Wind triggered effects, such as traps and terrain.
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The fight went from a terrible awkwardness of Rayner's own making to sensual in a speed and manner that left Rayner's head spinning. He had continued backing up when Mistress approached while rubbing at certain bits of anatomy that were incredibly detailed. Luckily she stopped of her own accord, unluckily for Rayner it was to call in a Navi who was probably just as crazy. Rayner gulped and began to sidle towards the door. "Well! Ladies as much as I hate to fight and run I'd really like to stay but I've uh, got to continue with my education and stuff..." Despite his words he kept his eyes focused on the two ladies as junk data began to cling to his boots. Maybe he could turn it into something useful later.
"We're done?" Joan asked over the private connection, looking up from the chips to the screen. What she saw made her go bright red as the two females kissed, and then she promptly dove for a tissue.
"Yes, ah, yes as much as I'd to stay and chat I'm afraid I really must be off! Upgrades and, ahahaaaa..." He was still speaking There were twin trails of red that appeared to be leaking from the nose holes on Rayner's mask, the emotive programming apparently picking up on his rather flustered speech and projecting it accordingly. "You two ah, you two have a good evening now and good bye!" He finished with wave and then waited.
And waited some more. He gave the ladies in front of him what probably passed as an awkward smile with that mask and then hissed at his NetOp over their private line."Uh...Joan? Get me out, please?" His mask was a nice blush at this point, combined with the twin trails of red it wasn't hard to guess what might be hiding juuust under the hem of his jacket. "Joan! Extract, now please?"
"Ack! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Rayner, Jack out!" Her voice held the sound of someone with a plugged nose, and the twin pieces of tissue hanging from her face were probably a good indicator of why.
"About time." Rayner replied, his arm dropping to his side and his body dropping from awkward to relaxed as a bright green circle opened up under him and then rose, whisking him off the Network.
[Jack Out]
"We're done?" Joan asked over the private connection, looking up from the chips to the screen. What she saw made her go bright red as the two females kissed, and then she promptly dove for a tissue.
"Yes, ah, yes as much as I'd to stay and chat I'm afraid I really must be off! Upgrades and, ahahaaaa..." He was still speaking There were twin trails of red that appeared to be leaking from the nose holes on Rayner's mask, the emotive programming apparently picking up on his rather flustered speech and projecting it accordingly. "You two ah, you two have a good evening now and good bye!" He finished with wave and then waited.
And waited some more. He gave the ladies in front of him what probably passed as an awkward smile with that mask and then hissed at his NetOp over their private line."Uh...Joan? Get me out, please?" His mask was a nice blush at this point, combined with the twin trails of red it wasn't hard to guess what might be hiding juuust under the hem of his jacket. "Joan! Extract, now please?"
"Ack! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Rayner, Jack out!" Her voice held the sound of someone with a plugged nose, and the twin pieces of tissue hanging from her face were probably a good indicator of why.
"About time." Rayner replied, his arm dropping to his side and his body dropping from awkward to relaxed as a bright green circle opened up under him and then rose, whisking him off the Network.
[Jack Out]