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Post by Ayame Mikatoshi on May 9, 2013 2:08:55 GMT 1
Ayame hummed her usual toneless tune as she moved around her 'room' which was basically a high ceiling and spacious storage closet. Long and narrow, it didn't have much in it - a simple dresser filled with vests, jackets, shorts and jeans - all in black and white - a futon rolled up in the corner. On the metal walls, numerous hooks and racks held a seemingly endless array of weapons - katanas, tantos, sai's, ecrisma, batons, quaing spears, shurikan, kunai, meteor chains, crossbows, even a gun or two. Anything that wasn't covered in deadly weapons had blue prints and maps taped up, with coloured pins and kanji scribbles. The only personal touch was Usa-chan, who sat atop the dresser.
She'd just spent most of the day working out in the gym and had just come back from a shower - she had a bathroom right next door to her room, not an en suite like she was sure many of her teammates had.
She dropped her towel onto the bare floor, padding around her room barefoot, a riceball in hand, her wet hair falling down to the nape of her naked back, as she examined one of the blue prints - The Louvre, in Paris. She a hum to herself, she grabbed a pencil and scribbled something down next to the information desk on the print, tapping the pencil on her lip. As she moved to write something else on the blueprint, she sensed Raphael-kun coming towards her room, stopping outside her door and knocking.
"Doozo ohairi kudasai, Raphael-kun!" She responded, turning to face the door with a smile.
(A/N : Doozo ohairi kudasai = Please, come in.)
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Post by Raphael Strange on Aug 8, 2013 21:01:20 GMT 1
Raphael stood on the edge of an observation deck with his eyes fixated on the distant stars, looking past a heavily shielded window. It was in one of the rare days that he didn't have to attend some type of occult gathering, or meet with a delegate of some mystical world - and no demonic monster trying to claw its way out of the underbelly of the Earth - that he found time to relax within the ‘tin can floating in space‘. Raphael respected the amount of ingenuity that went Into The WatchTowers creation, however it still felt like a soda-can. Flimsy.
He had made a standing offer for the team to use his home The Sanctum Sanctorum as a base if they wished, or shared his anti-technological views. Though Raphael had to admit his suite in the Watchtower was more than suitable to live in. He lifted his right hand to glide his fingers through his naturally free flowing medium length hair, using the act to bring him out of his thoughts. He slowly turned on his heels as he made his way out of the observation deck to meander down a hallway on his way to visit Ayame.
Raphael stood outside of Ayame’s door wearing his typical casually formal attire. A white dress shirt draping down his body while black suspenders rested on his shoulders to hold up his slacks. His black square toed boots helping to give him a type of steam punk appearance. He held a pink box from a desert shop that held several cream filled chocolate éclairs in one hand as he knocked on her door before hearing her welcome him into her room.
His eyes hadn’t quite reached Ayame when he started to speak while walking into her room. “Hey BunBun-Chan. I thought you would like…” When Raphael’s eyes set on Ayame’s naked body he could swear that he suddenly felt pure, unadulterated terror freezing his muscles, freezing his lungs even as they begged for another breath. Their was a chaotic war brewing in side of the man as he thought of Ayame as a being of pure innocents that needed to be protected. However, his mind was screaming in denial about the fact that he was suddenly thinking about her in such a dirty way.
“OH!” He exclaimed before diverting his eyes to glance at the pink box in his hand. “So… that just happened.” Talking to himself as he tried to recollect himself. “BunBun? You shouldn't walk around naked in front of people.”
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Post by Ayame Mikatoshi on Aug 8, 2013 21:11:18 GMT 1
Ayame turned to face Raphael with a confused look, riceball half way to her mouth, pen twirling around in her hand. "Why not? It is just skin, muscle and flesh. I do not see why I cannot be in the presence of someone I trust in this state." She took another bite of her riceball, finishing it off before popping one finger in her mouth to remove the sticky rice left before, pulling it out with a quiet 'pop' before licking her second finger to do the same.
"It is the same as wearing a swimsuit, is it not? I see no harm." She shrugged. "Nakedness is natural." She waved her hand, create a translucent purple step in front of her, stepping onto it and then creating another, repeating the action until she was at least 5 feet up in the air, leaning to scribble on another blue print.
"Anyway Raphael-kun, what can I help you with?" She asked curiously, simply stepping off the platform and landing perfectly, her loose black hair fluttering around her nude form, before settling all the way down to her waist.
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Post by Raphael Strange on Aug 8, 2013 21:51:12 GMT 1
Having studied many types of religions in his life, Raphael was no stranger to Naturism. It was hard for him to try and deny what she said as bad. He knew that she felt accepted and united with humanity, with no regard to his wealth, position, nationality, race, and sex. She just saw him as a friend. His eyes managed to set on her as she licked her fingers. His thoughts again drifted into the sexual as he thought about his friend. Her innocent nature causing him to smile and her appearance causing him to tingle with butterflies. Deep black eyes looking her up and down, admiring her body despite her free caring attitude. It was only natural for him to be aroused by her appearance as he moved the pink box in his hand to his waist level to hide a growing bulge under his pants.
“BunBun, there are…um… social guidelines of modesty that people tend to follow. Being naked provokes many things depending, most of them being intimacy and sexual attraction. Typically the only person you should be naked for is a spouse or in the company of another of the same gender.” Raphael cleared his throat as he started to contemplate his own words to make sure he explained himself correctly. “
Watching her as she started to walk up into the air on what appeared to be glass panels of purple energy. The view allowing him a full view of Ayame’s intimate areas which forced his eyes to drop to the floor. Raphael wasn’t someone who blushed easily though Ayame cause a red hue to appear on his cheeks. “I just wanted to come and see how you were doing. Also, I brought you some sweets to eat. They are one of my favorites deserts called éclairs. ” Given his current condition, he didn’t want to give up the box just yet as he turned his body away from her. His eyes setting on the blue prints of The Louvre. Even though he knew she might be stealing from it, he hoped for the best as he asked her the obvious questions. “Going to steal from the Louvre? Or are you going to help keep something safe?”
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Post by Ayame Mikatoshi on Aug 8, 2013 22:04:25 GMT 1
Ayame frowned a little. "I do not understand. What do you mean by sexual attraction? None of my books have covered that detail." She hummed to herself with a little shrug, as if to say 'What can you do!'. "What is sexual attraction?"
"So if I am to be naked, I should be naked with Vincent? Is that not just the same as being naked with you? After all, you are both my friends and I trust you both." She sighed, shaking her head. "People are so strange. My otousama always said nudity is natural and there was no reason to be shy or coy about it. We are born without clothes, after all. It is how the great Kami's willed it."
At his mention of the treats, Ayame's eyes lit up. She was begining to come around to Western foods, the desserts moreso than anything else, because sweetness was sweetness in any country. She once had a cold treat, with Octavius-sempai, that reminded her of shaved ice her Otousama used to sometimes bring her in spring if he was in a good mood, but more creamy and sweet. "Oh? I am starting to enjoy your treats!" She stated with a beaming smile. "I especially enjoy the white frozen vanilla cream."
"Ah, I am planning on taking the Hope diamond from the Louvre." She explained, walking right next to him and looking at the map. "I will put it back straight away, but I enjoy the challenge of breaking in, but have no reason to keep the prize." She often did it. First National Bank, The Louvre, The Met, Buckingham Palace, The Whitehouse....even the Pentagon. It was a game to her, when she was bored.
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