Alex Has a New Friend [ ??? / Closed ]

[Alexius Fuchs]

<sub>Alexius smiled with a hint of excitement that was filling her eyes. A lure of warmth caressed her. A beckoning of passion. In prolonged strodes, the warmth grew all the more as it was enticed to continue on. The Physician smiled warmly. The two were drawn to each other, becoming closer within glimpses of the moment. Such glimpses captured in the ever changing flicker of the eyes, with the images reflected in them ever growing to encompass the pair of irises. Only a moment away, with Alexius' lips parting open. "You are correct, Mr Alistair. A change is what I am looking for. You are correct." a mere inch away before the two had come to rest their lips together. The natural musk blending with scented soap danced about freely with the woman's body inching forward. Almost to the point of contact.

"You are correct...." Alexius repeated. "I am quite 'picky' as well." Her body seized several centimeters away, with lips reeling back to form a smile. Then, a soft chuckle. "Now, we can discuss about your habit of womanizing." she finally states, bringing her body back upright as her chuckle continued on softly. "It is an issue if you are going on to commit sexually harassment as you are now. Going on to do so when not considering that you will be required to take the woman to be your beloved." The smile shifted to a complete neutral gaze, seemingly both unimpressed and somewhat...smug. It was a simple method to utilize to find out what she wanted to know about the man.

"Indeed, your situation of flirtatious behavior is going to cause trouble among the opposite sex within the Vandenreich, which may cause some individuals to break their oaths to the Empire by offering their chastity to a man who may not propose to them. How worrisome." she continued on to add further notes to the man's profile, indicating the time and place of such a crime. Her glasses her propped upwards against the ridge of her nose to remain on point with her penmanship. Each detail describing the incident, and a few notes providing her own personal opinion as to what can be done to alleviate potential dangers in the future. This was indeed worrisome. "Including, seeing that you were ready for some particular festivities to go on and about, I can determine that your leg is fit enough to have the cast removed." Alexius added on.

Such physical activities would indeed require a use of access to several limbs. While ascertaining the information Alexius deduced that if the behavior would have continued, then she would have to initiate physical contact and guide the man to the suitable positions while taking into mind his condition. While this would be done, the Alexander would have certainly pointed out immediately to his injuries that such rigorous activities would cause his injuries to lengthen their required time to remain in their casts. The strain would be too much for the man. Yet, considering that no such complaints were given, and no such quandaries were announced to her, that the man should be available for menial tasks for the Empire. "If this is all in order, then I can send a request to have your leg cast removed by the end of this week, and put in a recommendation for active duty once more. I will ensure that my report is directed to the Captain Supervisors with the upmost haste." Alexius peered back over to the man, providing a smile.

The Captain continued on with her notes, adding further to the list of recommendations and her analysis. She thought to herself that the man was correct about wanting a change. Obviously, nothing in the sort that her fellow Captain provocatively inquired, or phrased. Perhaps it resided with what he stated in the later, bringing herself from the edge. Alexius never thought about it much as to why she wanted that change for herself. Why did she want to change? Was it really for the sake of herself trying to grow? Was it for the man that she could not bring back with her that day? What was it for?</sub>

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<sub>Only a few delicate centimeters had separated the meeting of their lips when Alexius played her hand. She was the one who had stopped and broke off before standing up, separating herself from his hand and leaving Alexander hanging there blinking. He blinked once, twice, three times, recalculating a little before he looked up at Alexius. Turns out that Alexander was the one who had fallen for her trap. Lured in by beauty right into the spiders lair. Womanizing? Now it was time to give him grief over flirting? Alexander looked up at her, confused, as he let her talk. She mentioned sexual harassment, which he kinda just didn’t pay much attention to, but blinked when she mentioned how he was required to take a woman he seduced as his beloved. ”My what?” Alexander asked almost skeptically.

His brow furrowed and mouth hung open a little, Alexander let out a chuckle as he closed those eyelids and sat back on his sofa. This woman. What he found interesting was what she said about taking someone as a beloved. Such a thought never crossed Alexander’s mind. It made him wonder, with her concern over it, if Alexius herself was saving herself for a betrothed. But there was something he felt the need to reply. ”Beloved, huh?” Alexander asked with a smirk on his lips. Despite everything going on he still couldn’t keep himself from being entertained. ”Alright then, Alexius. How about I take you as my lover then? Till death do us part. How’s that?” he asked. ”I suppose this is as good a time as any to settle down. Have some kids. Pass on the family tradition to a new generation. I’ve always wanted to get married but work just gets in the way oh so much.” Alex continued with his joke, letting his head lean to the side and shrugging his shoulders as he said so.

With a wave of a hand and a sigh, Alex made himself comfortable once again. ”Of course I say that but… hmm. A family isn’t really something I can just go and get started on right now. But… hmm.” he said in a lower tone than usual, looking over at the fireplace as he did so. As if he was confessing something to himself. ”And I don’t think actively seducing me counts as sexual harassment, by the way. But you’re spot on. I’m relieved to report that my leg is, indeed, doing much better. No pain whatsoever. I’m lucky to have such a good doctor.” and like that the chipper mood was back, despite Alexius seeming to want to report Alex to the Captain Supervisors for sexual harassment. He didn’t seem at all worried about it. Maybe because, once upon a time, The Obsessed had been allowed to fornicate with whoever and how many she wanted while she stilled lived. Compared to Alex? It wasn’t even a fair comparison. Of course even if they had indulged in inappropriate entertainment, Alexander might have had to let Alexius take charge. Was a bit hard to do much of anything when two out of four of your limbs were a bit indisposed.

Of course, Alex couldn’t fail to notice her little smiles and looking over at him. Nor could he not pretend that an aura of smugness coming from her did not exist. Alexius was enjoying herself. That much Alex could notice. I suppose that’ll have to do. he thought to himself, a little disappointed but somewhat relieved that he was still proving to be quite the entertainer. If she was hoping to see the man in a panic or flustered then she was going to be left wanting. The man knew how to roll with the punches when they came. Improvise, adapt, overcome, and drink.

Despite how rude she was, Alexander actually found himself starting to like Alexius. Not just with his dick though. Alexander was a man who enjoyed messing with other people. Teasing, taunting, joking around, being sarcastic. Oftentimes people weren’t able to handle that and would get mad and then he’d laugh about it. But whenever he met someone who could do the same thing back to him? Well, they typically wound up being people he liked. He enjoyed the company of people who could not only put up with his personality, but respond to it in kind. It was dawning on him that Ms. Fuchs was just that sort of person. Unfortunately for her, when Alexander liked someone he tended to… let’s not say bother them, but force his friendship on them.

But there was something else. Curiosity filled him about as much as lewd thoughts did. There was something about Alexius that had him intrigued. A woman who was looking to change who she was as a person because of something in her past. That was what Alex had gathered about her. Something he could relate a little to well too. The behavior that she was so critical of was something that he had purposefully turned himself into. A perverted drinker who just wanted to have fun. All of it had been something he made the conscious decision to become. Otherwise he might have become a broken, black hearted, monster. A burned out husk. Something that was exactly what his enemies expected him to become.

That was something that seemed to be shared between them. A similarity. Now, if Alexander were to suddenly say “You know we’re not so different” he’d probably get himself an earful. But it was that similarity that had him wanting to know more. He might get to right now. But sometime in the future. Probably soon. When Alex wanted something he would work to get his hands on it. Well, he did get a hand on her but that wasn’t exactly what that phrase meant. He also kinda wanted to see that smug smile become twisted with pleasure and cry out his name.

”End of the week, huh? That’s good news. Better late than never. You've no idea how ready I am to get back to work.” Alex said as he got himself to his feet, stretching a little. ”You can direct that report to The Particle as well, by the way. Since I serve directly under her… most of the time. Ninety percent of the time. She'll be happy to know that her favorite agent is back on his feet.” Alex explained, with his usual care free attitude. He really didn’t seem worried at all about any potential sexual harassment complaints. Maybe it was because he knew nobody would care… actually. As he thought about it he then imagined how Amalia was going to react if she read that. It gave him a little pause and actually made him think a little more than just about Alexius’s private parts. Hmm...eh.

Standing by his fireplace with crutch in hand supporting him, Alex looked back at Alexius. ”So. What was the reason? What made you want to change?” he asked again, not wanting to let it go. But then he added, ”Unless you don’t want to tell me, of course. But I’ll get it out of you eventually. We’ll be seeing a lot more of each other in the future now that you’ve caught my eye. I can promise you that.” he said with a smirk, his blue eyes reflecting the licking tongues in his fireplace.</sub>

[Alexius Fuchs]

<sub>A sigh of laughter escaped her pearl lips, imaging how things will turn out with the man returning to active duty. The possibility that she may have more work on her hands than prior, perhaps even having to place orders on the amount of contraceptives and birth control than usual. This was fairly common given the circumstances that the one known as the Obsessed had done so in the past. Not wanting to aggravate her unstable mental state, such materials were provided to her in order to restrain her reproductive system. However, there were several occasions that she did not take them, missing days of protection and procrastinate on her monthly reviews. What resulted in her disappearance was argued to be nothing more than selfishly abandoning the Vandenreich, or was killed in action during some mission. Regardless of the case, her death was to be swift upon the judgement of the Emperor himself. There was no escaping such a fate for the members of the Empire.

"You jest Mr. Alistair, but it would be nice to see you taking responsibility." she chuckled to herself whilst she scribe the notes needed to remove the man's cast. A date would be set for him to be reviewed once more before the cast was to be removed, at least to ensure the timing was correct. Once the shell was removed her fellow Captain would be able to resume active duty once again. Alex complimented the woman for doing what she was suppose to do, utilizing her skills to help push the man towards a full recovery. It was not the first time someone would use flattery on her, nor would not be the last. Several of her patients had similar tactics, often referring to how she worked, forming relations through similarities that they and she had. It was cute.

However, it was fascinating to see when the man put on a stout and confidence demeanor when speaking normally, without flirtatious dialog, that he would be a decent Human being. Being able to speak to people normally like this was a.... odd change that she had to familiarize herself with. Once upon a time Alexius did not socialize like this much often. It was rare. Speaking ones mind without being reprimanded, seeing a side to people when she did not impose herself onto others, there was a great deal to learn and to see. Much in which she was incapable of doing if she had not met him. Alexander reminded her of him in many ways, although, more perverted. The level of confidence between the two was indeed similar, yet how they utilized it was different. This was what drew the line in characteristics between them. A line that Alexius saw clearly.

Finishing with her analysis, Alex spoke up once more while Alexius' penmanship strode along the last of the letters. A copy would be send to Miss Amalia, or otherwise known as the Particle. One of the few Vandenreich members who was dedicated in her duties in a manner that is shared among Zealots. Unbending individuals that sought out those who would "tarnish" the Empire and seek to remove them, slowly and as violently as possible. Among the Vandenreich, and those of the Sternritters, she was indeed the strongest. For someone to be on the opposite end of her aggression was one who was certainly sentenced to death. Her personality was identical to that of Alexius before her transition. A sense of self that was more destructive than compassionate. A sense of dread that Alexius believed force many into loyalty, in her opinion. Something that Alexius did not see for herself until she took the step back. Nothing good comes from it.

A copy would be readied to send to the Particle regardless, considering Alexander reported to her. With this, his supervisor should be informed to the consider of one of her Captains as was Alexius' duty to fulfill. The Physician's observations, notes, including her analysis pertaining to the man's psyche, were placed into a separate folder to be refined as an official report later in the day, yet, the question returned. Alexander stretching his fatigued muscles, setting himself to overlook the flickering flames that illuminated the vast darkened room. A question he once asked minutes prior. ”So. What was the reason? What made you want to change?” His remake afterwards regarded whether or not she wished to indulge his whim, that he would persist with probing into her past. She had nothing to say honestly, as a bit of her that Alexius wanted to bury for some reason. Bury? Did she truly thought about that?

Her hands came about to gather her belongings, wrestling the wet fabrics of cloth in a small folded pile to separate from her paperwork. Both her rolling case, and herself were prepared to take their leave. "There is nothing to truly say. Or perhaps there is not much that I can tell you. Perhaps it was to seek a new setting? Or maybe to find a new challenge? You will never know. Not from me." Alexius smiled back fixing her spectacles. "With this, Mr Alistair, our business is concluded. Please have a nice day." the woman phrased before taking her leave from the man's residence.</sub>

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Closing post. Not the best I've ever done but feeling groggy

”You will never know. Not from me.”

Some of the last words that the physician said to him before she departed from his home. He remained where he stood, in front of his fireplace, looking down into the dancing flames and enjoying the warmth. When he heard the door of his home shut, he closed his eyes with a smile. ”We’ll see about that. I love challenges.” he said to himself in reply to her now that she was gone. She was gone. Bouncing his head to the left and right, Alex stretched as. ”She was pleasant. Fun distraction. Shame nothing more didn’t come of it.” the man said to himself as he turned from his fireplace. Alexius had proven to be entertaining even if they hadn’t engaged in some tomfoolery.

As he turned his body he blinked, looking down at his leg still bound in its cast. ”A week, huh?” the Quincy asked, his eyelids closing together a little as he looked at it. As if on cue the cast cracked, blue light escaping from within, before it burst and shattered outwards. His leg was free. Wiggling his foot, bending his toes, and applying some weight, he was pleased to see that he had full use of his leg again. It brought the man to a smile. ”Sorry doc, can’t wait that long.” the man chuckled before he blinked. Those eyes of his hardened as a focus came to them. ”A weeks too long. I only have so much time. And I’ve wasted enough of it.”

He said to himself as he tore off the chest he wore around his chest as well, using reiatsu to ease the process. That just left his arm. Still hurting. Still damaged. He sneered at it for a moment before accepting that he was just gonna have to live a little longer without it. One foot in front of the other, Alex strode back towards the door he kept hidden in another room. The door that leads back down to his basement laboratory. Reaching the gold door knob he frowned. Alexius proved to be a good reprieve from everything that had been on his mind. But now he had to focus back on his work. He had to focus back on finding Diablo. He didn’t have forever to do it. Opening the door to the basement, Alexander stepped back into the darkness and vanished when the door shut behind him.

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Somewhere..

Outside the isolation of the Silbern..

Somewhere in the Human World…

A man treaded silently across a concrete sidewalk. His full body was hidden by the dark colored coat he wore as well as the blessing of the night. From street lamp to street lamp, crosswalk to crosswalk, he strode quietly forward. Passing the windows of various shops. Hardware, toys, books. One in particular he passed was the window of a pet shop. The puppies kept in display cages at the front woke up as if sensing his presence, looking upon the stranger as he passed by, and immediately beginning to wail and cry as if to get away from him. He paid them no need. He continued on his path. Nobody was out tonight. Everyone was asleep.

Finally he reached his destination. The town park. Striding along the pavemented path this quiet stranger reached the trail bench that he was seemingly looking for. Slowly scanning the area around him he took a seat, placing his hands together, and patiently waited. It only took a short time for another to join them. A blond woman, wearing a white suit, sat herself on the bench beside him. ”Is everything in place, then?” the previously silent stranger asked. His voice was heavy with a Middle Eastern accent. The blonde woman turned her head from staring ahead to looking at him. ”Yes. Preparations are nearly complete. All that’s left is for it to begin.” she replied.

Separating his hands from being together the hooded stranger reached to his head and pulled said hood down. Revealing himself to the night so that the dark could kiss his skin. His accent made sense now that his face was revealed. Black eyes with white pupils, scars along the side of his head, and a peculiar set of circular marks dotting the skin around the left eye. ”Good. I do not need to remind you how important this is. Do I, Raksha?” the man asked, his eyes drifting to the woman to look at her without his head moving. As if on cue after hearing that name the blonde woman contorted, tensing up and freezing, before her head started to tilt. Further and further it went, as if threatening to spin upside down completely, before she thrashed around a little. The convulsions came to a stop, though, and her physical appearance had shifted a little.

Her skin had become almost comically proportioned. A larger forehead, an overbite from an enlarged lower jaw, her eyes having gone pure white and her skin becoming sickly. ”Don’t think I don’t know how important this project is. I’ll have you know I’ve not touched a single one of the offerings. Even after all this time of pretending to be the school counselor.” the woman's voice had completely changed into a mans. ”I have made sure to “help” the students though. Make them come to better terms about what’s bothering them.” Raksha replied, snickering before laughing. The man didn’t seem pleased. He took his eyes away from the demon before closing them with a sigh. ”Very well. Only a week left until the dance. Then we can begin. The hunter will undoubtedly catch on at that time. You must be ready to stop him should he come.” the Arabic man said as he returned to his feet.

”That human won’t be able to stop us this time.” Raksha’s shot back. The calmer man sighed. ”That human is why you failed to obtain the Keystone and why we are where we are in the first place. Do not forget your failures, Raksha.” Raksha went quiet, frowning a little before looking away as if sheepishly. ”Maintain your position until the ceremony can begin. You are being trusted to prevent the hunter and any of his compatriots from interrupting the ritual. You know what awaits you if you fail.” beads of sweat formed on the demon's skin as he started to whimper a little. The host's body convulsed slightly before returning back to that of a normal looking human. Shortly after the two separated to play their respective parts in what was to come.