Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20200707214420/@comment-27666783-20200727071913

@Hound

"Yeshga... shite, right! Yeshga! Bertram continued to barely keep Chenguang in their position. A warm coat of saliva from the crazed jinko's ministrations trailed down his torso as she paved a pathway over to the waist of his nomex trousers. Surely she wouldn't...

But Bertram could only watch as her paws gripped his belt, claws beared to sever them. "You bloody halfwit Chen I'll turn you into a throw rug!" He shouts angrily, with her paws occupied on his waist instead of his back, he was able to hike his legs up and give a firm stomp. It was a solid hit to her chest, but she went straight back to her attempts to open up his trousers. Quickly batting his legs away, in one fell swoop she cuts straight through his leather belt, before faceplanting herself below the waistline, madly taking a deep whiff.

"Yeshga-" Bertram turns to find the Bunyip idly inspecting the revolver, "It behooves you to hurry u- oh!" He grunts at Chen's impact. "Nonono- not the-" Frantically, Bertram grabs for the revolver, cumbersomely finagling the hammer back. "I. Said." He takes the snubnose pistol and puts it right over her forehead, aiming harmlessly into the dirt. In a split second decision, Bertram seemed to gingerly cup one of her furry ears closed, the one closest to the barrel. "Enough!"

The shot's echo are muddled by the forest, like a loud chop. The Jinko reels back, paws abandoning their hold and reaching for her ears. In a momentary shock she freezes still as Bertram scoots backward. Bertram pulls the single-action hammer back again and aims it at her, and they hold their stare for a long moment.

The smell of sulfur momentarily licks the air, smoke lightly exits the snubnose. The pause continued, Bertram knew her ears must be ringing something fierce right about now. Before long he yells to the slightly dazed Chen. "Can you hear me now you oaf?" He says, "I'm not taking the piss right now!" He shouts. "Control yourself!"

They continued their standoff, and Bertram could almost see the battle waging in his sister's thoughts, the war of self-preservation and lustful frenzy. Her eyes focused on the gun, would he shoot her? "You will control, you can control. Come back to me Chen." He instructed, and as he spoke the more Chenguang's glaze in her eyes subsided. She blinked, and her arms left his trousers. "You got it..." Bertram got to his feet, securing his weapon and retrieved his canteen and a towel from his rucksack. He opens the canteen and douses the towel, "Your mind's running at full speed, I get that..." He wraps, the towel around her neck and her fur stands on end from the cold shock. But it was refreshing, and it got her to think again.

The resounding realization caused her eyes to wide, her mouth slung open in temporary catatonia. "I... Bertram-" Her breathing becomes heavy again. She stands, almost shakily.

"I'm not angry..." Bertram assures, "But we can't be near each other right now. Sort it out, clean yourself up, we'll meet tomorrow right here."

"Ze shi wo de chiru!" She exclaims, snapping abruptly in a serious, regimental manner before she takes a deep bow towards him. "Wo cue le!"

The bow persists for a couple long moments, Bertram said nothing and allowed her to do such. "You have no dishonor, you're just an utter spanner sometimes." He pulled her into a platonic embrace. "I thank the gods you're alive."

Chenguang almost couldn't seem to help but close the hug deeply, a shiver in her breath told her the theriomancy side effects weren't over. She needed some time alone to help meditate and... 'do maintenance'. Luckily for her she's got the memory of the certain strong odor to keep her ocuppied...

As they release the embrace, Bertram turns to Yeshga, "Thanks for the assistance, Yeshga. Do you know where we might be able to find a place to stay?"