You make me bulletproof...

She pouts. "You're saying I'm not pretty enough for you?"

i sigh "no im saying im in a commited relationship".

A short, sharp bark sounds from the other side of the room, where a whip-thin man sits cleaning a gun, his tail flicking behind him. "Never thought I'd hear that out of you."

i look at him and say a bit rashly "well at least i dont sit around in a chair all day polishing my gun" i think for a moment "at least not since i was turned into a woman".

The man turns, his almost owlish face wearing an expression of disdain, eyebrows raised over great, round black eyes. "Never knew why you even kept a gun. You couldn't shoot the broad side of a barn, firebrand."

i smile for a second "thats why i keep a BIG gun with a large magazines so i have enough tries to hit that barn door".

Lena shoots the sniper, a man named Gregory, an icy gaze, forcing him to take a moment to release his hand from his weapon, before cuddling in to Sori, her blouse falling open. "Don't pay them any mind, Love," she purrs. "Our weapons bring us much more pleasure and they're jealous."

The younger man rolled his wide round eyes."Keep it up and I'll need a bucket to throw up in. Disgusting. A hundred years, and you're still a philistine."

"Better that and beautiful, then cultured and bovine," she shoots back with a smile.

i think mammaries and sit back deciding to just let whatevers gonna happend roll "see they didnt remove that rod from your ass yet".

"Girls," Mary squeezes Sori's leg in frustration, leaving a series of long purple bruises as she reaches over and swats Lena on the back of the head.

Gregory made an odd snorting noise. "Better a cow than a bitch, Lena."

i whelp as she squeezes my leg i sigh and ask a question ive been waiting to ask "so why did you bring me here?".

Holding the back of her head, Lena glares at him reproach fully before stalking out of the room, a miniature snow storm at her back swirling like a cape of jewels. "... not over" she grumbled as she yanked the door shut with a bang behind her. Mary sighed and pulled Sori closer. "This isn't what I intended," she says as she pulls the young woman into a hug. Releasing, she looks around the room at the seven remaining. "Enjoy your time together," she smiles broadly, "I'll call you when dinner is ready." Patting Sori on the leg, she rises and leaves the room."

i excuse myself and decide to explore my new home/prison id rather risk chancing upon lena than being in a room with unknowns, as i close the door behind me i sigh in relief and look around im in a hallway above dark green wallpaper is paintings of people and events a mirror here and there and candlelight lined up along the wall i extend my palm to one of the lights and it hops on, i put my hand down and it follows me in shoulderheight.

i walk the house seeing all it has to offer and eventually come to a door that has ignacy written over it but crossed over and under ignacy i spot sori written i try the handle its open i enter, the room is dark with wood lining along the wall rather than the green wallpaper theres a bean bag and a small glass coffe table next to it with a crimson painted wooden box on it and a bottle of whiskey, i pick up the bottle "johnny walker black lable" i read out i put it down, this room was obviously made for ignacy i check the box and is pleasantly surprised to find it filled with cigars.

i sit down in the bean bag and look around me theres a huge brass globe in one corner theres a guncabinet next to a shelf filled with numerous books and magazines, theres a door in the room i open it and find it to be a huge closet filled with clothes i find my old clothes sewn up and washed and don them.

i check the gun cabinet and find my vz58 in there along with my pistol a handgrenade and the ammunition i had for my guns i leave them there, i put my cap on a hat stand next to the door and take my gloves off and toss them on the table i look at the king sized bed i lie down and notice the whole roof is filled by a huge playboy centerfold, yes this room was most definitely made for ignacy.

A knock at the door, followed by a timid voice interrupt Sori's musings.

i shout at the door "who is it?".

The voice becomes inaudible for a moment, completely vanishing in its transit through the heavy door. Only the whimper following what must have been some small speech indicates that there is anyone waiting on the other side of the door.

I groan and go to open the door.

"Its dinner time, miss." The slender young man averts his eyes and dips a quick bow. His features are vaguely familiar; one of super soldiers? But no. He turns and takes off down the hall, inviting Sori to follow. "Your mother wants to explain things to you all."

I shout "just minute" as i hurry to check the magazine om my pistol and holster it and tuck my knife in my boot.

As i boot my knife i walk info the dining room

The dining room, although obviously in a bunker is at least attempted to look like a grand dining hall fit for some ancient aristocrat. except that it had all of the modern conveniences, and a few ultra modern ones. the lighting coming from unseen sources around the room as but lending a warm, if artificial, ambiance to the room.

i sit down at the dinner table and lean back in the chair, sighing i look around for the others it had been a long day.

"Do me a favor." the younger man said at the end of the table, checking the barrel of a short-barreled gun. "Don't make trouble at dinner. I want to eat tonight."