Setting
This is the northern extent of Wing City's Main Street, passing to the north of the Wing City Gardens.
Northern Main Street
This is the northern extent of Wing City's Main Street, passing to the north of the Wing City Gardens.
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NPC Pokemon [135]
Enoch Conway [47] "It's.........just all gone, I knew I was right, we are all just specks that can be blown away..........."
Charlotte Moreau [36] Sugar and spice and everything nice. And then some.
Claire Brownlow [36]
Josef Noel Mul [28] A suave spellcaster who will readily teach (or sell) anyone a spell or two. He actively responds to various forms of communication, but is slightly impaired from an accident involving a misfired spell.
Oliver Frye [23] "Just call me Oli!"
Nathan Andrews [22] Wand-wielding magic specialist with the WCPD.
Sister Umwa [20] An elite soldier in the Church of Crime, sometimes an assassin for the organization.
Fedelia [20] Roses are red, some diamonds are blue. Chivalry is dead...but you're still kinda cute.
Lyssa Aldridge [19] ...
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Jaxon dramatically placed a hand on his chest, "What do you think I am? Some kind of perv?" he laughed, "All of those comments were the truth...But now that I have you up here, I suppose it isn't too late to formulate some kind of plan." He grinned mischievously, as his fingers stroked his jawline, "hmmmm..."
Chiara DeLuca nods in agreement as Jaxon asks if she thinks he is a perv, then laughs. Her eyes cast a quick look at the sky and she wrinkles her nose. "Well if you have any machinations to put into effect, make them soon. I have about an hour or two before I have to go talk to a contact...." She wasn't going to bring up the fact that someone had tried to break into her apartment last night after the sharpshooter had left. She was enjoying herself and didn't want worry to enter into the equation at all.
Jaxon raised a brow as she mentioned her contact, resting his back against the railing of the balcony as his fingers traced along her waist, "Oh, a contact huh? Business related?" his voice inflecting inquisitively as he locked eyes with his Lady.
Chiara DeLuca brushed off the question as if it wasn't important. "Just regarding some information I needed. One of those things where it would be easier to deliver the news in person than to give it over the phone." She stood in front of him as he leaned back against the railing in an effort to distract him from his questions, her hand sliding up beneath his shirt to rest on his side. Smiling up at him, she asked, "So what will it be? Video games, then? Or do you want to amaze me with your sneaker collection?"
Jaxon would lift both brows, agreeing to totally drop the subject as her hand snaked up his shirt. Something that which gave him a feeling that (even being the super cool, totally awesome action hero he was) he hasn't felt in quite a while. "Hey, it's whatever you want, Lady...But I must say, some of my games are so hard...they may result in fits of rage if you're the competitive type."
Chiara DeLuca laughed and let her fingernails trace across his skin as they stood on the balcony overlooking the city. She was glad that he hadn't pressed the topic of her meeting and instead, followed her change of subject. "I'm extremely competitive and have a feeling you've had way more practice at these games than I have...." She trailed off pondering silently. "So what else? I don't want to watch you reassemble those guns in that case."
Jaxon shuddered before he pulled her a bit closer, trying to mask the shudder itself, "Heh, practice...yeah, about 20 years worth. But I don't know...I kinda like it when you get all worked up and frustrated," he chuckled...Seeing how fast he could put those guns together would be pretty cool though...But to more pressing matters, "Hmmm...let's see...we could clean my room, make my bed." he winked
Chiara DeLuca grinned at the flirtations and laughed, leaning her body against his. "Wow, once again I must say that you do know how to show a woman a good time." She dragged her bottom lip between her teeth again in an effort to remain serious. "Although honestly I would straighten up your room in a second if you let me wield my powers of OCD for good instead of evil..." Her blue-grey gaze was cast back towards the bedroom and when she turned her head back around, she aimed to surprise him. Standing on her tiptoes, she softly pressed her lips against his, letting the kiss linger.
Jaxon had almost tumbled over the railing of the balcony, his arms tightening around her waist as she pulled back. "Ah, you should catch me off guard like that more often. I rather liked that." The shooter grinned as his fingers would trace along her spine, "But what do you say we head inside before we end of giving all of Wing City down there a show."
Chiara DeLuca laughed and pulled back from Jaxon. "They've seen more in PG13 movies than what I just did... Or are you a prude, Jaxon A Brennan?" She teased again, but conceded. Turning, she reached a hand back for his before she would walk back through the door and into his bedroom.
Jaxon would take her hand in his as she moved back into the bedroom, his other hand sliding the glass door shut behind them, "Oh trust me...I'm no prude," he said, taking in the rather tempting sight of Chiara as she was now....Then looking about his still messy bedroom, "But, if you were serious about unleashing your OCD abilities on my room, feel free....I can always push the limits of those PG13 movies later."
Chiara DeLuca laughed and shook her head at Jaxon. "Really?" she asked, her free hand moving to her hip. "You won't let your housekeeper in to get rid of this junk but since I kissed you once or twice I suddenly get free rein?" Tilting her head back as she laughed, she moved slightly, toes kicking at a spent cartridge. "I wouldn't even know how to dispose of some of this stuff..."
Jaxon plopped down on his bed, "Well...not completely free reign." He lifted his head from his pillow, looking about the floor, "These rounds...I need to keep them, even the used shells...My Old man likes to make bullets with them, a hobby of his. I need the unused rounds to be put somewhere so I can put them into the right magazines for future use...on top of that, they all need to be sorted by caliber..." He scratched his head, "I'm starting to see what I just threw them all in the floor now....But the kiss helped."
Chiara DeLuca walked over to the side of the bed, both hands on her hips now as her eyebrow arches at the sharpshooter defiantly. "You're going to sleep while I clean your room?" Laughing, she shook her head, poking him in the ribs.
Jaxon would curl up as she poked his ribs, his ticklish reaction. "Ah, Well...I had planned on it. Unless you have something better for me to be working on." He sat up and slid to the edge of his bed, "And hey, you offered to clean my room anyways, didn't you?"
Chiara DeLuca laughed and pointed down to all of the spent shells and casings. "You could be picking those up. If I touch them, I'm throwing them away!" She reached down to wrap her hands around one of his wrists, attempting to pull him up from the bed. "I meant more along the lines of... I'll make your bed, since that's easy and pick up a bit. But that...." she gestured once again to the ammo stuff on the floor. "That is out of my league."
Jaxon rose to his feet as she pulled him, "Eh, I guess so," He said, rubbing the bad of his neck, as he leaned down to pluck a spent shell from the floor, "I'll take care of these and you handle the bed then."
Chiara DeLuca laughed, grabbing ahold of his belt loop and tugging at his waist as he passed her. "If this wasn't how you planned to spend your night than you shouldn't have made the offer...." She flashed him a teasing grin as she circled the bed, taking the pillows off of it and setting them down before stripping the bed of all of its blankets and sheets. Then she set about tidying it up, making sure each sheet was nice and flat before adding on the next layer.
Jaxon laughed as he walked about the room, hardly moving a step before picking up shells, and a few magazines. He would give the unused rounds a toss toward the box they came from, stacking the empty magazines and sniper rifle cartridges next to it as he passed by. The spent shells would go in a separate box to be taken to his parents later, "Yeah, but you gotta admit...you were pressing awfully hard to see my place..I figured I might as well bring you up."
Chiara DeLuca snorted softly as she picked the pillows up, setting them at the top of the newly made bed. "I simply wanted you to prove that you weren't lying. Guys show off all of the time and usually can't back up their claims." She stuck her tongue out between her fangs at Jaxon. "If you're ready to go back to Gambit's then, lead the way." Her arms crossed over her chest, put off by his last sentence. It sounded like he didn't even really want her to be in his house.
Jaxon chuckled as she stuck her tongue out at him, "Oi oi now...no need to get all worked up, Lady" holding his arms open for a hug, though his hands were full of empty cartridges and bullets. "I'm surprised to hear that you thought I was making all of this up. I'm different from a lot of guys in a few ways."
Chiara DeLuca stood at the other side of the bed, unwilling to cross over to him simply because he offered a hug. She raised her hand, tucking a strand of raven-black hair behind her ear as she set about picking up a few other things that were scattered across the floor, effectively ignoring him. "I don't trust many people, so yes. I thought you were making this up. Simply because you carry around guns doesn't technically make you a sniper. Just because you say you have a penthouse doesn't make it so, either." She set the items that she had gathered on the nearest table, blue-grey eyes and body language signaling signaling her mood.
Jaxon went ahead and placed the left over things in his hands in their appropriate boxes before he made his way over to the other side of the bed, resting his now empty hands on her shoulders as he made an attempt to lock his gaze with hers, "Hey, I didn't mean to put you off my what I said. I don't really care how we spend our nights together as long as it's together, yeah? I'm looking forward to earning your trust, Chiara...If I haven't done so already."
Chiara DeLuca forced a smile since sadly enough, she was already late to her meeting with her informant and this was truly a bad time to end the evening. "I have to go..." she said simply, moving away from his hands and walking towards the door to his bedroom. Turning slightly with her hand upon the edge of the door, her brow furrowed as she asked, "Do I need your key to get downstairs?"