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Whipping the new recruits into shape

Who: Aymeric and you! If you aren't a guard, maybe you still have business in the grounds? Come tag along.
What: Aymeric is having breakfast with his fellows before taking new recruits around on an informal training tour.
When: Early AM
Where: In the castle
Warnings: Well. I know Cain's going to be in this.

[Aymeric is on the mend from his sex-related injuries. He is sporting a couple fresh cuts on his hip and ass- stitched and healing. They seem to be from the razor-sharp claw of some terrible beast. He wishes very much that he could be wearing pants at a time like this, even it it would be more uncomfortable. The area is a bit too awkward to dress the wound anyway... At the communal tables, he is trying to be sociable, talking to those he might ordinarily be more hesitant with.

Once breakfast is finished, he stands by the doors to ask the new faces if they would like to be shown around. It's clear enough that no one but himself has put him up to this. ]

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[All of this wasn't new to Cain. The communal mess hall, the recruit training, even the patrols and mundane tasks were all too familiar to the raven haired space marine. Not only was it familiar but it was entirely boring and tiring as hell for him. What he would give if he could give the rest of his fellows the slip to avoid another lecture meant to educate recruits on the rundown of the place.

Which is why after breakfast, he'd planned his route of escape- to bolt away from everyone else and do whatever the fuck he pleased until it was his time to contribute to the work flow. At least, that was the plan which was rudely stopped by some clown at the door asking him if he wanted a tour. Rude.

But a tour would have been more useful than the shit they were trying to in doctrine into his mind. Plus the guy looked like easy pickings for Cain's frustration without any real repercussions. With a snort, he replies:]

A hot piece of ass like you could give me a fuckin' tour any day. [Cain smirks, standing closer to the taller man as he tried to assert himself like some fuckin' dweeb.] Where do we start?

With how you shall address me. 'Twill be "Ser Aymeric" to you. [He takes a step back. If he wasn't used to this already, he would be infuriated.]

I see you blend well with the people here. If not for the color of your cape, I would have thought you a resident. [He crosses his arms, beginning to regret his charitable actions] What is your name, then?

Aww, geeze. Y'think I'm like the others, Ser Aymeric? [Cain's tone suggests he's not taking Aymeric seriously. Nothing about this could ever be serious for Cain. Not with the way they're dressed and definitely not how professional Aymeric was trying to come across as.]

It's Cain for you, baby. [He offers Ser Aymeric a sly wink and a light air blown kiss. His dark eyes wander Aymeric's body as the other steps away, admiring the eye candy. Stopping at the fresh cuts on his hips. Cain clicks his tongue, shaking his head as if he knew just what Aymeric was all about.] So which sorry bastard do you belong to? Cause I've heard of workin' someone into a tornado of orgasms but- [he blows air out of his mouth, unsure of what to say at or call Aymeric's ass disaster.] This is beyond my kinda passion.

[Man, he wished he had some actual authority around here. Where was Estinien when you needed him? He whips around, he was about to go through the doors and everything.]

Who do I belong to? I beg your pardon! I belong to no one! [He tries to use his height as an intimidation advantage as he closes the distance between them.]

And what are you talking about a tornado?

[Actual authority might scare Cain but, he can usually sense when others are bullshitting their way through shit. Also, intimidation tactics don't work on Cain, Aymeric!! Who do you think invented intimidation? Not Cain, of course. But he's like the 3017 Space Champion of it so he puffs out his chest when Aymeric gets closer, grinning.]

Your ass, babe. [He steps around Aymeric, eyeballing the beautiful ass scarred by, what he assumes is, Aymeric's top bitch.] Someone's gone and ripped such a beautiful ass to shreds. [He offers a sympathetic smirk.] Y'know. A tornado? When the going gets good and they can't shut up about how good it is and how hard they want it. They're all like oh! Harder! Give it to me harder! Fuck my ass harder! You can't tell me that beautiful ass disaster isn't a result of somethin' like that.

[Yenh had managed to find an excuse to actually be let into the castle. So after completing her errand, she went searching for any of her friends in hopes of ~~being given something else to do~~ getting a little peek into their routines. Hearing snippets of a familiar voice with her superior miqo'te hearing, she honed in and hurried toward the mess hall. But as she grew clearer and could hear the exchange better, her expression became locked in an "OH" as she scrambled to find a good safe closet where she could barricade herself in and listen.]

[This man was presently speaking like her id, and Aymeric could never know her morbid curiosity overriding her loyalty and desire to help him uphold his pride.]

Edited 2017-12-10 05:49 (UTC)

[Aymeric's poker face is shit. Not that he wants it to be, but he can't help but emote his anger and embarrassment.]

Ah. [Stiffly] No need to concern yourself with my appearance. I have scars upon scars. It is hardly the first in that general area, merely the freshest. [And most prominent, but you know.]

Look at the depth and length. The wound was not created by a human, but a beast. [That's not a lie, and he hopes the other will understand and maybe... not... Think it was sex related. The events surrounding his butt wound were embarrassing enough on their own.]

Let me show you the castle grounds. 'Tis easy to get lost in them if you are uncareful.

[Cain clicks his tongue at the thought of a beast ripping up Aymeric's ass. In his mind he's thinking like a feral dog or cat did this kind of damage and decides to leave it at that. He might be a freak but he's not about to listen to this guy he just meant ramble on about beastality if his injuries truly were the case.]

Oh. Somethin' get'cha while you were on patrol? [He tsks.] Better be careful next time or somethins gonna take a bite out of that ass sooner or later.

[He gives Aymeric's butt a gentle tap, one meant to be soothing given the injuries but with Cain's tone it was obviously meant to be sexual harassment. Without fear of repercussion, he slaps Aymeric on the back and grins. The rookie testing his patience.]

Lead the way, Ser Aymeric.

You will find aught here is disproportionately dangerous according to its appearance or purpose. My precautions thus far have all been meaningless.

[Aymeric turns and looks at him incredulously. It was gentle enough that he wasn't sure if it was even on purpose.]

I think we have a dire misunderstanding about where you should place your hands. If I want you to touch me, I'll ask. Pray don't misconstrue my good manners and tolerance for an unwilllingness or inability to injure you. This will be your only warning.

On your left, those doors lead to the training yards. It is in your best interest to avoid the obstacle course if you value your dignity.

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Don't worry, I know you won't be asking for me to touch you. [He hums thoughtfully. Perhaps Aymeric has somehow gotten Cain to respect his wishes and give him the space he needed. Doubtful. Enjoy it while you can Aymeric because the next bit out of Cain's mouth is just as disrespectful as his existence.] Cause you'll be begging for it later.

[The remark is highlighted by the ever growing grin on Cain's face as he continues to whittle away at Aymeric's thin patience.

It's clear he's just here to flirt with the tall elf and find people he can antagonize. But even as he seems to pay no attention to the tour, he does acknowledge the training yard. If only to try to jab the other further.]

I bet the obstacle course is cake walk for someone like you, Ser Aymeric.

[Yenh is probably in the ceiling.]

Aye. 'Tis simple enough. [That was a lie. His stupid cape was constantly in the way while he was trying to do anything.]

Strange, it sounds as if you are the one begging for mine attentions.

[He glances over his shoulder at the other. His patience has worn, he decides on a blow to the ego.] Shame for you, you're much too short for my tastes.

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[He's about to retort back with some snarky comment about how Aymeric was already giving him attention when he's blasted with this bullet. Short. He snarls, teeth bared, like he was some sort of rabid dog. Even has a fist raring to go but he stops himself short of sucker punching Aymeric. You don't win popularity by being the new guy and fighting people over bruised egos. You win it with charismatic and authoritative charms, and a little brute force on the side.

He backs down with a scowl, his eyes trailing down to Aymeric's ass and glaring at it. Unfortunately for Aymeric, his victory is short lived as Cain pieces together just how the wounds seem to be grabbing the buttocks. He'd been staring long enough, had enough experience with sex to know what grabbing ass was like, and he'd been thinking hard enough about plowing the booty for a while...]

And much too human-like I imagine? [There's that cruel smirk again.] Tell me, Ser Aymeric. [Cain snorts, almost unable to contain the laughter bubbling in the back of his throat.] Do you fuck beasts? Cause like, I got to thinking- [With eyes keenly focused on the elf booty, he sprawls his hands out like claws grabbing an imaginary (elf) booty and bringing them down to his hips where he began to thrust into the imaginary ass.

He stops the invisible fuck show with the sweetest smile on his face as he stands upright.]

Yeah... don't worry, sweetheart. I ain't much for bendin' over tall assholes. But I could still show you a good time. [He rubs at the bridge of his nose with his thumb, flashing his toothy grin again to show he was no longer bothered by being called short.]

But we'll save the bedroom talk for later. I need'ta pay attention to this tour or I'll never find your bedroom chambers.

[He decideds not to feed the fire of his own humiliation. Sure, Estinien only did fuck him when he was more bestial than not. But he was not a beast. Though. He couldn't just let this guy think he fucked animals. But openly stating he fucked a dragon man on a regular basis wasn't a whole lot better. He would need to pick between humiliations. ] I don't lay with beasts. My partner's gauntlets are merely very sharp. Satisfied?

[Oh he was pissed. Pissed and embarassed that he had been called out so quickly. ] You clearly need my guidance. Were you not paying attention when they assigned you to your bunk? [ The terrible thought had just struck him. They had an empty bunk in their room. Surely, hopefully...]

Gauntlets? In bed? While you're havin' a fuck? [He looks disgusted. Like how dare you not have sex completely in the nude???] Not really satisfied with that shitty excuse for an answer 'cause no one in their right mind would wear gauntlets to bed. But you know what? I won't pry. [Not in front of Aymeric anyways. He already had enough information to pull it out of someone else if Aymeric wasn't going to be forthcoming about his sexual history.

Plus, his call out had done what he'd intended to do with it; to embarrass the taller man.]

They assigned me to one but I didn't really get a look around cause I was late.

[Yenh took exactly one step forward to intervene before holding herself back. She could step in, but her gauntlets weren't sharp at all, and also, she is only 5'2", so she would invalidate Aymeric's boast that he only lays with tall folks.]

[She leans back fully into her hiding space and frowns, feeling only now at all unsettled. As long as this man doesn't try to blackmail Aymeric into sex...]

'Tis much too late to pretend you aren't interested in prying. [He chuckles] 'Tis one of the great erotic joys to sleep with another whilst still clothed. You seem young and overeager, unacquainted with subtlety nor an honest soldier's longing.

[ Silly Yenh, the height preference only applies to men!]

Late? And what were you doing?

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Please. I've sucked plenty of dick through uniforms. [He's proud of his accomplishments, don't shame him!] But gauntlets? Really? You're lying out the ass. [But he really isn't going to pry. He simply rolls his eyes in exasperation. Like honestly Aymeric he's not going to buy into your no-good lies like some blushing virgin.] I don't gotta report to you so it's none of your fuckin' business what I get into.

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You would do good to make friends instead of enemies. As a fellow guard, it is my business. You don't know a damn thing about this place- How we are treated and punished. [He places a hand against the stonework to cut him off as he leans down a bit to invade Cain's space.] I don't need you making the rest of us look bad.

[Cain does not appreciate Aymeric cornering him like this, nor does he like the fact that he's leaning into his personal space. Not that Cain cares for personal space. It's the fact that Aymeric is leaning down at him. Lecturing him even.]

Me? Make you look bad? They love me already. [He wrinkles his nose and tries to back off.] You don't need to know what I'm doin'.

Who is "they"? [He allows Cain to back off, but he doesn't move.]

Terribly suspicious of you. Be sure you come when you are called around here. [He moves away from the wall]

Allow me to show you to the apprentices' quarters.

The locals, they're already lovin' me. [But Aymeric is putting a damper on any boasting or preening Cain would have indulged in by reminding him who's in charge here. (Not either of them, certainly.)] Don't you worry about me, princess. I know a thing of two about military etiquette. I can ask how high the commander wants me to jump when he says jump and I know enough to assume that you aren't a ranking officer I gotta report to. [He scoffs.] No commander in their right mind would lead new recruits on a tour.

[Éowyn crosses over to him after breakfast. She's too polite to mention the injuries, although she can't keep her eyes from darting down to the cuts every so often. Those look bad.]

[Clearing her throat, she tries to focus on his face instead.]

Can I be of service?

Éowyn! But of course. I would at least appreciate the company. Strength in numbers, as it were, even within our own walls.

[He stands, hands on hips and shakes his head] Honestly, with how this castle is run... I find myself day-dreaming that I could take a higher position and really do something around here. There is so much to be done, however. I wouldn't know where to start.

[She laughs shortly, nodding agreement.] I have found myself dreaming the same, truthfully. There is such chaos in this place, so little regard...

Perhaps between us, we may at least come some way towards it. In the barracks, if not the higher chambers.

We will have to be clever— and quiet. If we are to succeed at such a thing. It won't be impossible to organize ourselves thus... But we mustn't get careless. The orange-cloaks might catch on.

[He says this as he watches a couple of Mistress' guard arm wrestle for the pleasure of being the first to throw an apprentice into the snow banks]

Or not... Pardon mine excitement if you were speaking merely hypotheticals, but I feel that this would be a very good idea for the protection of our ranks.

I do not speak such things without meaning them.

[Her expression is very serious.]

We are limited in our duties, but that does not mean we ought to give them less than our all. There is... a lack of care in these ranks that troubles me.

But you are right, of course. It is best discussed more circumspectly. Later, perhaps, we might share a few thoughts?

Aye. Our opportunities for privacy are few; though my good friend may loan us access to her cabin. How refreshing it is to hear my thoughts from another's mouth.

[He looks totally serious, too. His pulse quickens. He's very excited to be able to delve into these likeminded activities.]

Alternatively, the bunks may serve if we pull the door closed firmly enough. Estinien would watch the door if I asked him. What are your thoughts?

Safer to use the bunks, and not draw others into this. Doubtless they will assume lewder things.

[She's pretty excited, too. Finally, this feels like they might be able to do something meaningful!]

Tonight, then? We can speak entirely uninhibited. Doubly so if they believe we are simply going to bed. It shouldn't arouse any suspicion. [As he implies that it's totally believable that they'd bang, but you know.]

Bring a cup, and I'll supply a bottle to talk over. Do you know which room I'm in?

I believe so. [She tries to know the barracks arrangements as well as she can. It feels appropriate.]

Tonight. Until then... [A little smile.] I meant it when I offered help in this welcome, if there is aught I can do.

[[ooc: How do you want to do this? In this thread, somewhere else, handwaved...?]]

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