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 Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2012 5:06 pm
 Irene Smith   She turned and grinned.
"Now its obvious you don't have any clue who I am." she said taking the gun, gripping it in two hands, stepping in beside him. She lined up the gun in front of her, and grinned.
"I always hated this statue." she said in a mild amused tone before firing off a shot, hitting the statue's head, then rapidly lowering the gun and aiming for its chest, hitting it in the center. She turned to him, and gave a satisfied smile.
"Care to question my skills more?" she asked him, biting back laughter as she stared him down.
 
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2012 5:19 pm
Be it by steam, by plasma, or by blood... Admiral Jasper Zachariah Lowel IIICaptain of the Repentance, Recipient of the Viceroy's Cross««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»» He cocked his eyebrow again when she snapped off two shots almost as quickly as he would have. He then laughed when she challenged him. He took one step forward, then his hand snapped up faster than a striking cobra. In one fluid movement, he had the pistol in his hand, pressed against her side, his other arm around her waist, drawing her to him. "I certainly do now. Tell me, how is your father dealing with the treasury these days, Miss Irene?" Miss Irene Smith, the governor's daughter, the only woman who could possibly have access to such weaponry on a regular basis, and she was here, with him, alone. His heart raced, both because she was so close, and because she was so close, to a man, without a chaperone. If anyone caught them now... ««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»  ... we WILL stand our ground, and we will prevail.
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2012 5:40 pm
Irene Smith She was not expecting something like that, and when she was drawn to him, her eyes went to the gun, pressed to her side, but soon was distracted by the arm around her waist, drawing her close against his body. She laughed softy as he called her name out. She could feel his heart beating against his chest, against her shoulder and neck. She tilted her head, her slender creamy neck exposed as she looked up at him, her blue green eyes flashing as she grinned at him.
"I don't think is any of your business, Mister Fox." She reached up slowly, and wrapped her arm behind her, over, around his neck, her gentle hand. She contemplated breaking free...but the only way she could was far to violent for her tastes. Not when she was enjoying this far to much. Who was this man? he was obviously very good at fighting, he was fast, and strong obviously.
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2012 6:26 pm
Be it by steam, by plasma, or by blood...Admiral Jasper Zachariah Lowel IIICaptain of the Repentance, Recipient of the Viceroy's Cross««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»» "Oh, I think he'd disagree. Local finances have lately become a matter of high importance to my friends and me." Jasper loosed his grip on her a bit, holstering his pistol. "You shoot well, Miss Irene, but you could learn a thing or two about hand-to-hand." His hand pulsed with the heat of her body, and his lips tingled at the anticipated silk was her neck, so openly offered to him. Her hand on his neck sent lightning down his spine, and he returned her grin. If the colors of their eyes mixed, he imagined it would be a color more pure than the clearest of oceans. As she smiled at him, he felt himself being drawn in, his lips inching closer to hers. A single thought crossed his mind, not that it stopped him at all. This... this is dangerous, Jasper.««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»» ... we WILL stand our ground, and we will prevail.
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2012 6:37 pm
Irene Smith She took note of that. So he must be involved in the war. She stared at him, as he moved closer. So...she'd never seen this man before, he was good at fighting, and he was obviously involved in the war. Just her luck. The local war hero himself had saved her. She gave a small grin as it clicked in her head whom this attractive, non-boring man was.
"You're that admiral aren't you?" she asked him just as his lips began to brush hers. "The one this gala is hosted for." She said softly. She didn't move, she spoke against his lips, a small coy smile on her face. "Its rude of you to put the moves on me before you even ask me to dance." She spoke still, their lips barely touching. "Before even introducing yourself." She said, this time moving, though not away, but instead, turning in his grasp to face him. "I wonder if I should tell my father how badly behaved the admiral...What is it...Admiral Lowel? Knowing my father...he would know me and tell me it sounds exactly to my tastes...however that's quite beside the point."
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2012 7:23 pm
Be it by steam, by plasma, or by blood...Admiral Jasper Zachariah Lowel IIICaptain of the Repentance, Recipient of the Viceroy's Cross««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»» Her lips brushing against his were like ecstasy, but her words brought him back to himself. He released his hold on her and stepped back a pace, giving her a respectable bow. "It seems you've caught the Silver Fox, my Lady. Admiral Jasper Zachariah Lowell III, your humble servant." He took her hand in his, brushing his lips across her fingers before rising again, his eyes meeting hers. The band had struck up a most familiar tune, and he turned his ear to catch it better. "I assume you waltz?" He pulled her against him again, one hand gently holding her waist, the other acting as a perch for her hand. ««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»» ... we WILL stand our ground, and we will prevail.
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2012 7:58 pm
Irene Smith She smiled when he stepped back, and gave her a bow.
"Jasper..." She whispered his name when he introduced himself, a satisfied smile on her face. She thought his name suited him. The entire name, it was all strong. When he cocked his head, she also paid attention to what he may be listening to. Ah... the music. She smiled, and let out a small laugh as he looked at her, and asked her if she knew the waltz. So...he was giving to her snarky comment. She couldn't help but like him more for his playful jab, and as he pulled her closer to her, her cheeks flushed with color. She put one hand on his shoulder, her hand lightly resting on his palm, her elbow up as she allowed him to step into the lead position.
"Of course I waltz. I'm a politician's daughter. What kind of aristocrat would I be if I didn't know the waltz? So...are we still keeping up the charade with the mask? How can I possibly ask a man to teach me better hand to hand combat if I cannot see his face?" She asked, her blue-green eyes flashing up at him playfully. He was warm, and she simply wanted to snuggle into his chest, but she figured that would be quite inappropriate - then again...she wasn't one for formalities...considering she would have gladly let him kiss her - and it wouldn't have been to have anything to hold against him either.
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2012 9:42 pm
Be it by steam, by plasma, or by blood...Admiral Jasper Zachariah Lowel IIICaptain of the Repentance, Recipient of the Viceroy's Cross««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»» His grin became a softer, warmer smile when she whispered his name, her voice giving it an all-new sound. His smile grew when he noticed the blush on her cheeks, at least what he could see beneath her mask. He led them into a brisk, yet gentle waltz, swaying to and fro with the music, slowly tracing around the entire fountain. "I rather like this current charade. What say we wait until midnight, like everyone else? I know how much you loathe being part of the crowd, but we aren't part of the crowd out here, are we?" He brought her free hand to his lips again, pressing another kiss into her soft skin. His lips still felt positively electric with the phantom brushings of her lips, but he decided he'd wait for that, as well. Tonight was already proving to be far more interesting than he'd imagined, so he didn't see any harm in drawing it out a bit longer. ««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»» ... we WILL stand our ground, and we will prevail.
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2012 9:55 pm
Irene Smith She let him lead her around the fountain, keeping in step with him easily, her body following his with ease. She kept her eyes never left his, and she couldn't help the small coy smile on her lips as he spoke, and her blush deepened when he pressed another kiss to her slender fingertips. Those lips that had touched hers, those lips she'd almost tasted. She could feel an impatient urge within her, the urge to see his face, but she smiled.
"Very well..until midnight then." She said. "Are you alright with missing your own party however, Mister Lowel?" She asked curiously, her intense stare never wavering.
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2012 10:25 pm
Be it by steam, by plasma, or by blood...Admiral Jasper Zachariah Lowel IIICaptain of the Repentance, Recipient of the Viceroy's Cross««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»» The music had stopped while she spoke, but Jasper kept them moving, so enthralled was he in her voice, her eyes, and her body lightly pressed against his. He waited until they neared the bench again, on the far side of the fountain from the doors, to bring the dance to a stop. If he could, if she would, he'd dance forever with her. Instead, though, they were slaves to time, and he felt the heavier ticking of his pocket watch. Checking it, he confirmed that the witching hour was minutes away. "Come now, Miss Smith. You've been at enough parties to know the guest of honor's role. I am to make myself scarce until a given time, then make a speech, give a toast, shake some hands, and then slip away again. Besides, I believe the proceedings out here far exceed those inside, in terms of entertainment and satisfaction, wouldn't you agree?"««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»» ... we WILL stand our ground, and we will prevail.
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2012 10:46 pm
Irene Smith She didn't move away from him when he stopped their dance, but rather stayed close to him in distance, her body still pressed against his. She only shifted when he reached for his pocket watch, something she was curious about. What time was it anyways? She laughed softly at his words, her pleasure in them evident. Ohhh this boy liked her. Good. At least now she could convince her father and her nursemaid that she indeed DID like men... she just preferred men.
"I see..." She said softly to his retort. "I am glad that is the custom with parties... it means I get you all to myself. That is after all...everyone else's loss and my gain." She said in a matter-of-fact voice, as if it were indisputable by anyone. "But I agree..." Now her eyes shifted, it was evident she was looking him up and down, sizing him up again. "In terms of satisfaction, entertainment, AND company... the proceedings out here are far greater then any of those inside." she came to an agreement with him. "Bah. What time is it?" She asked him, suddenly growing impatient.
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2012 11:27 pm
Be it by steam, by plasma, or by blood...Admiral Jasper Zachariah Lowel IIICaptain of the Repentance, Recipient of the Viceroy's Cross««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»» He flipped closed his watch and placed it back in his pocket. Just as she asked what time it was, he closed the already miniscule distance between them. "Irene, shh... His lips found hers, coming together just as Porthleven's clock tower began chiming midnight. Her lips were just as warm and soft as he imagined, and he slipped his arm around her waist again, pulling her into him more. With his free hand, and with the chiming of the bells, he slowly reached up and slipped their masks off, revealing their faces, but not opening his eyes just yet. He wanted to savor this. ««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»» ... we WILL stand our ground, and we will prevail.
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2012 11:36 pm
Irene Smith She blinked when he closed the watch, and was on her. She barely had time to realize that he 'shushed' her, and the clock tower in the distance began to chime before his lips met hers, and a small noise of pleasure escaped her before she could stop it. She relaxed in his arms, and kissed him back, hesitantly at first, then almost hungrily. She did not notice the fact the pressure of her glittering mask was taken off, the ribbon that had secured it to her undone, her blue-green eyes were closed, one arm crawling up, her hand resting on his warm cheek, the other resting on his chest.
She knew he could, SHE could get in trouble for this sort of behaviour, and she'd only met him this night. But he did save her life...and a hero, a war hero, did deserve a good kiss, did he not? The chimes ended on the clock tower before she knew it.
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2012 12:00 am
Be it by steam, by plasma, or by blood...Admiral Jasper Zachariah Lowel IIICaptain of the Repentance, Recipient of the Viceroy's Cross««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»» He felt her respond to him, deepening the kiss as far as he dared yet. They seemed to fit together perfectly, her pressed against him, his arms around her. He felt a heat rise in him that was familiar, but strange all at once. As they came up out of the kiss, he held her, his lips still pressed to hers. The world started to come back to him, and he heard... nothing. No chimes, no music, nothing but the soft bubbling of the fountain. Slowly, regretfully, he broke the kiss, pulling his head back far enough to see her face. Eyes opening slowly, what he saw stopped his own heart. Irene Smith, daughter of Porthleven's governor, was absolutely beautiful. Fair, soft complexion, gentle, feminine face, hair like silken flames, and full, red lips still holding the heat of the kiss. He was, for lack of better words, awestruck. ««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»» ... we WILL stand our ground, and we will prevail.
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2012 12:15 am
Irene Smith The world came rushing back all to fast, and his warm lips that felt like velvet, the taste better then honey was pulled away from her mouth much to soon for her liking. She slowly opened her eyes and looked into the face of someone she'd never seen before. He had an tanned complexion, a chiseled face, completely masculine, and rough, rugged his blue eyes more intense now that the mask was lifted. She blushed crimson when she saw him, and realized that he was staring back at her. She gave a little crooked grin, looking away after a moment, feeling rude, and suddenly shy. Oh Irene, you lucky girl. She thought to herself, suddenly aware of how close they were, the heat from his body, an how much she actually enjoyed it.
"You... You could blink." She said, her eyes flicking back to his own face, unable to tear her eyes away for more then a few seconds.
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