OOM:Remember When I was an Amazon?
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aeons_crackshotAnnabelle is making a valiant attempt at organization, if only for distraction's sake. Connor's been gone and, well, she misses him a LOT.
Her closet had turned up with weird stuff in it again, but it is at least stuff she's mostly familiar with this time. She's going through the pile when she sees a familiar pair of worn bamboo canes. "Heh. I haven't thought of these in years," she says with a chuckle.
Once upon a time, the Æon Society found a culture that appeared to be based on the Amazons from ancient mythology. As you might expect, Annabelle got on with the female warriors quite well indeed.
She starts moving through the motions her body still remembers of one of their sword dances, the short bamboo sticks serving in place of swords.
Her closet had turned up with weird stuff in it again, but it is at least stuff she's mostly familiar with this time. She's going through the pile when she sees a familiar pair of worn bamboo canes. "Heh. I haven't thought of these in years," she says with a chuckle.
Once upon a time, the Æon Society found a culture that appeared to be based on the Amazons from ancient mythology. As you might expect, Annabelle got on with the female warriors quite well indeed.
She starts moving through the motions her body still remembers of one of their sword dances, the short bamboo sticks serving in place of swords.
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Date: 2011-09-10 01:43 am (UTC)Besides, there's no guarantee she wouldn't have been on the menu next.
Annabelle's plan involved: making a crude spear, attaching a bunch of dynamite and a lit fuse to it, throwing said McGyver'd contraption so that it got stuck inside the monster's mouth, and hoping like hell it didn't get spat out before the KABOOM.
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Date: 2011-09-10 03:04 am (UTC)And close too, to not miss.
Right?
(He worries. It's a boyfriend thing.)
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Date: 2011-09-10 03:12 am (UTC)The thing's head EXPLODES shortly after Annabelle makes her shot. There is a veritable shower of ick, as you might imagine. Ewwwww. On the other hand, Memory!Annabelle is repressing the urge to do a victory dance.
Poor Connor. It must be hard being Annabelle's boyfriend.
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Date: 2011-09-10 02:34 pm (UTC)At least she did not blow up herself, so there's a lot of relief there as well.
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Date: 2011-09-10 02:42 pm (UTC)They were rather impressed, she says with a chuckle. Apparently that thing would wreak havoc for a few days, eating everything in it's path, then disappear for about a hundred years. It had plagued them for pretty much their entire history.
Annabelle blushes. The thing I didn't realize at the time, was that when I heard the translation of what they called me as 'battle blessed', that came with a lot of extra...baggage.
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Date: 2011-09-10 05:26 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-09-10 09:35 pm (UTC)Did they also offer you a few concubines and brides?
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Date: 2011-09-10 09:56 pm (UTC)Annabelle flushes further. Thanks to the clarity of hindsight and sobriety, she's pretty sure the queen's daughter and her friends were most definitely trying to seduce her after they'd all danced and gotten rather drunk. Especially when Hippolyta and Bricea kept dropping hints that their newest, well, boy toys, would be joining the group of warrior women at the hot springs. Surely the Battle Blessed One was in need of a little...pampering after such a battle and a long journey?
No, no, the boys wouldn't mind at all. They were quite eager to meet her actually, and Hippolyta and Bricea would love to make the introductions. They were quite certain she'd be pleased with them...
The innuendo went right over Annabelle's head.
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Date: 2011-09-10 10:16 pm (UTC)Much.
They must have been left really disappointed, wondering what they did wrong...
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Date: 2011-09-10 10:19 pm (UTC)Or they were just being....polite. It's possible. Maybe. Somewhere in the multiverse.
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Date: 2011-09-11 04:44 am (UTC)Also, he's totally not thinking about Annabelle and a few amazons in a bath-orgy.
Nope.
...
Maybe.
Some...
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Date: 2011-09-11 05:05 am (UTC)Pondering those hot, naked, warrior women touching, kissing, teasing Annabelle. Drawing out all those intimate sounds of pleasure he's coaxed from her....
Ahem.
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Date: 2011-09-11 05:27 am (UTC)Ahem.
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Date: 2011-09-11 05:41 am (UTC)Funny how trying not to think about that has channeled her thoughts in a more focused direction.
The Battle Blessed One wants him. Now. Badly.
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Date: 2011-09-11 05:49 am (UTC)Connor is nothing if other than very glad to comply, and spend the next hour or two giving The Battle Blessed One exactly what she wants.
What they want...
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Date: 2011-09-11 06:05 am (UTC)"Hmmm," Annabelle murmurs later, wrapped around him and glistening a little with sweat. "I'm very fond of you enjoying yourself," she says with a low chuckle.
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Date: 2011-09-11 11:10 pm (UTC)At least, it would be a good way to die?
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Date: 2011-09-11 11:17 pm (UTC)It would certainly be an interesting way to go, that's for sure.
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Date: 2011-09-12 12:28 am (UTC)"The main risk would be getting addicted to it?" And wanting a loop of orgasms every day...
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Date: 2011-09-12 12:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-12 12:52 am (UTC)Someday.
Soon?
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Date: 2011-09-12 01:06 am (UTC)Annabelle nuzzles near his ear in that one spot that tends to drive him wild.
That's probably a vote for trying that soon, if he's wondering.
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Date: 2011-09-12 04:30 am (UTC)Soon.
I'd ask you to show me the full dance, but I don't feel like letting you move away right now. Or, for a while.
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Date: 2011-09-12 04:42 am (UTC)She can always show him the dance in the morning, right?
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