Cross Effects 3.0 - The Third Time's the Charm? The Velvet Room (NSFW version)

[Panda]

Adjutor, after a moment's deliberation, closes out the sounds of the two from his mind, focusing on the voice accepting his apology.

Silence. Silence. Silence. Silence.
The calm night, soundless and bright. The queue home, empty and forlorn. The red room, bereft of even a single living noise. Desperately drowning out the guy listening to Nickelback.

With a moment of focus, Adjutor calls up Concept: Soundproofing. With a whisper of "Moeskarne," the spectacle on the bed is not only invisible, but also inaudible to any who might hear, with their ears or their minds.

"That was extremely awkward..." Adjutor notes, unable to keep a slight blush from his face as he tries to calm himself down.

[Mooncake]

War raised his eyebrow at his sister, interested in what her words held.

"I am afraid I cannot offer much to that, Sister. Humanity desires neither of us, and I... I suppose I do not desire them much, though I do not hate them."

He casually reached over to his sister's head, pulling down his hat with a vague snort of amusement. "I have observed it for some time, now. Walking through the streets has been enough to see the results. Eventually, it will go up in flames, one way or another. And then, of course, from the ashes life springs anew."

He wasn't paying as much attention to what he said on the surface level as he was to what was only heard between them. He... the being of flame and shadow was stricken before his sister, unable to answer with truth more plain than this.

"...I do not know."

He paused, because that was not all that there was to say.

"...At the very least, I believe that she loved me."

[Brahmastra]

"You're, hah, at least a decent fuck after all." Misaya squeezed out, the feeling of euphoria spreading throughout her from her core, as Law thrusted into it roughly and without mercy. Not at all in a way she disliked. She couldn't help but whimper temptingly as Law squeezed her large breasts, covered in her own sweat and their combined saliva. Her sheath tightened delightedly around his cock, a shivering feeling of indescribable pleasure rolling up her spine on every thrust, continuing to wrack her body for minutes on end, occasional words of encouragement like "Harder!", "If you stop now I'll kill you" along with moans that she silenced against his shoulder by biting gently into it.

Without warning, the feeling of Law thrusting into her became a roiling climax that she muted against his neck, her juices shooting up her stomach, covering both Misaya and Lawrence in transparent arousal.

[Umbra of Chaos]

Ann gave a small laugh as Wanderer pulled his hat down enough to cover her eyes. In a moment she righted it and manifested the Final Harvest. Then she quickly whacked his head with the flat of the scythe's blade before dismissing it.

"Not always, little brother. Sometimes the devastation is so great that not even ash remains." Ann reclined into her armchair and lazily rested in it but her focus was still on their mental conversation.

"What has sustained your wanderings, little brother? The sheer dullness of a life without something new is what gives me the will to move across this world and more recently this city, but why do you walk the breadth of the earth? What drives you to move across this world in the form of man?" Curiosity echoed throughout this mental exchange but something almost like excitement was there as well.

[Arch-Magos Winter]

Misaya's attempts to hide her pleasure were rather adorably ineffective. Her bites and threatening commands spurred him forward further and further, Her walls pulling him in like a sweet and sticky trap. Lawrence enjoyed every little whimper and moan he managed to get past her blood red lips, his occasional groan or staggered breath an indication of his own satisfaction. When she curled up, a hefty amount of smug satisfaction filled him, even as she screamed into his throat and dragged bloody furrows into his back during her climax. Slowing down, Lawrence pulled out with a wet 'pop', her lust dripping from his shaft and down Misaya's thighs.

Rolling her onto her back, he took this opportunity to collect himself. That was a close one. He'd been right on the edge of shooting off in her greedy core when she'd climaxed. "So, you were saying something about me being only a decent fuck~?" Law teased, gently pinching her ass underneath that tantalizing skirt of hers. "Have you reconsidered your position yet, or should I change your mind for you..."

[Alice]

A pair of figures stood deathly still at the door to the Velvet Room. The girl's face was on fire. The man just glared onward with stony faced disgust that managed to pierce even his glasses.

"M-maybe I can here at a bad time..."

"I have the feeling that it will always be a 'bad time' in terms of time. Humans have such little restraint..."

The girl turned towards the man, crossing her arms over her chest. Ragging on this random stranger who'd happened to have accompanied her would help vent some of this embarrassment.

"Who are you even? I only let you follow me because I was curious as to your intentions."

The man sighed, rummaged in his pockets, and handed the girl a card. "Tom, the card says the rest, I have had to give that full introduction over and over again today, so I do not wish to do so again. I only followed you because we had the same destination, nothing more, and I want to be here no more than you do. Now, if you would excuse me, I would like to be alone."

The girl blinked as "Tom" wandered off deeper into the room. Well, this is going well already. If everyone's as pleasant as "Tom," I'm in for a fun evening indeed...

She took in her surroundings, desperate to turn away from the sounds of lovemaking. She spotted a bar. Might as well have a drink, it's not like it could harm anything. ...Not with this mess. It's hard to keep my dignity as a Tohsaka in this place anyway. And with that, she made her way hastily towards her source of alcohol, wanting to get drunk pronto.

***

Tom noted with exasperation that there was no place where he could truly be alone, and he also knew that he couldn't leave yet. So, with a sigh, he noted the miserable looking blonde vampire alone, and irritably took a seat not far from her. After all, misery loved company, and if he was to have to suffer that evil which was mindless socializing with people, he may as well do it with someone as miserable as he was.

[Elf]

Forest sighed as she saw Calico hug Saber and Saber happily returning the embrace.

The sounds were quieted by the person who had joined her as he continued to blush.  He said, "That was extremely awkward..."

"The world is extremely awkward and cruel," she said with a sigh as they were joined by a very tall and strikingly beautiful young man with white hair and amethyst eyes framed by black glasses.  She nodded at him, wrapping her arms around her bare waist.

[Alice]

"I can agree with that assertion," Tom replied. He adjusted his glasses, more out of habit than anything, before settling into the chair, trying to get into a somewhat meditative state so he could drown out the awful noise. It was proving to be a most difficult task indeed.

[Panda]

Forest sighed as she saw Calico hug Saber and Saber happily returning the embrace.

The sounds were quieted by the person who had joined her as he continued to blush.  He said, "That was extremely awkward..."

"The world is extremely awkward and cruel," she said with a sigh as they were joined by a very tall and strikingly beautiful young man with white hair and amethyst eyes framed by black glasses.  She nodded at him, wrapping her arms around her bare waist.

"I can agree with that assertion," Tom replied. He adjusted his glasses, more out of habit than anything, before settling into the chair, trying to get into a somewhat meditative state so he could drown out the awful noise. It was proving to be a most difficult task indeed.

"Maybe," Adjutor admits, "But usually it's awkward and cruel in ways I understand. Evil, baby-eating bastard of a Monster? I can understand something like that, and I know how to deal with it. Popping out of a shadow to find out that it was the shadow of a bed and someone was being eaten out on it? Not equipped to properly deal with that."

[Elf]

"In my case it's a severe case of envy," the blond said flicking one of her pig tails back and frowning.

[Alice]

Tom grunted faintly. "While having the misfortune to wander in on people making such awful sounds, I find there are far greater evils. I will at least say that having to sit here and endure while they carry on making such awful noise may well be an evil onto itself."

He then turned to Forest, cocking his head slightly. "You envy them? Admittedly I do not know enough about such things to know what precisely either you or I am missing out on. I keep being told that the process of procreation is the the best thing in the world and have been told by several colleges of dubious nature that I "need to get laid," but I'm not entirely certain why it warrants my time. I am not planning on having children at the moment after all." An air of uncertainty creeped into his voice. "Or, if for that matter, if I can father a child."

[Arch-Magos Winter]

A tall, white haired and tanned skinned man was tending bar as if he was old hat at it. In fact, he was. Archer cleaned off a glass as he looked on surprised at who was coming up to get a drink. "Rin?" His eyes had to be playing tricks on him. Why would Rin be in a place this, well, lewd. Then again he was here. Maybe it was just random chance.

[Elf]

Forest blinked at that and said, "I . . . know how that is.  I can't.  Have children I mean."

Gabriel flickered in her thoughts and she bit her lip.  Even though she didn't gestate him or give birth, she had been there with Wynn the entire time and acted as midwife during the labor and birth.  Then she had raised him.  He was her child and he was his.  Just because of Wynn, both of them knew "Godmother" actually meant "Mother". 

She pushed the thought away and she said, "It's suppose to feel . . . good and there's a closeness and a release of tension.  It's . . . been a while."

[Puck-Chan]

The door creaked as Time finally arrived in the enigmatic room. There seems to be an element of sophistication in its blue hue which made him feel at unease. This place was bound to be pretty expensive.

Gee, this place looks high class than I heard," he remarked uneasily as he finally walks in.

There was some music playing to give that regal mood that matched the place. But that smell and the noise...

"Am I in some kind of whorehouse or something?"

He isn't quite sure what to make of this, but hey. At least there's a bar down there. Time started to make his way down there while still ignoring such lewd sounds in the background. Finally taking his seat near the blonde and a white-head, he just waited for the barkeep to come to him.

[Panda]

Tom grunted faintly. "While having the misfortune to wander in on people making such awful sounds, I find there are far greater evils. I will at least say that having to sit here and endure while they carry on making such awful noise may well be an evil onto itself."

He then turned to Forest, cocking his head slightly. "You envy them? Admittedly I do not know enough about such things to know what precisely either you or I am missing out on. I keep being told that the process of procreation is the the best thing in the world and have been told by several colleges of dubious nature that I "need to get laid," but I'm not entirely certain why it warrants my time. I am not planning on having children at the moment after all." An air of uncertainty creeped into his voice. "Or, if for that matter, if I can father a child."

Forest blinked at that and said, "I . . . know how that is.  I can't.  Have children I mean."

Gabriel flickered in her thoughts and she bit her lip.  Even though she didn't gestate him or give birth, she had been there with Wynn the entire time and acted as midwife during the labor and birth.  Then she had raised him.  He was her child and he was his.  Just because of Wynn, both of them knew "Godmother" actually meant "Mother". 

She pushed the thought away and she said, "It's suppose to feel . . . good and there's a closeness and a release of tension.  It's . . . been a while."

"...Ah..." Adjutor, at this moment, realizes that, for all the physical suffering he may have gone through over his short time as a Hunter, his work at the very least kept him from feeling particularly lonely. It was something that had started to become a problem ever since he'd arrived in the Nexus, one that was quickly becoming very high on his priority list of things to solve.

God, I need a drink.

There's a bar.

Feeling thankful for that small miracle, at least, Adjutor quickly makes his way over and pours out a glass of brandy and takes a sip, feeling the bitterness wash away with the alcohol as he joins a strange man with long purple hair.