“WHAAAAAAAT?! WHATWHATWHATWHAAAAAAAAAAA?!” Cyndwella’s arms rise as she holds on ‘what’. “No drinkiepoos? What kind of household doesn’t have nitroglycerin?! This is outrageous, this is an outrage! Schmoopy, is this an outrage?”
“Well I-“
“An outrage indeed!” Cyndwella cuts off Marcus. “I can’t spend a night here without proper refreshments!”
“Cynd....” Marcus wraps his arms around her waist and nuzzles into her neck. “Please be nice.”
“Hmph, I’ll do as I please. But because you asked nicely, fine.” Cyndwella looks to Aigis and does a formal bow, the tins that surround her elevate like a dress being lifted in a formal greeting.
“I am Cyndwella Jaghund. I am the overseer of the swamp town of Lunalight. It is nice to meet you.... YA HAPPY NOW DOOFACE?!” Cyndwella barks at Marcus.
“Gods you’re incredible.” Marcus hugs Cyndwella passionately.
“I know. Kiss me you meatheaded fuck.” Cyndwella and Marcus give into eachother for a moment and makeout passionately, until Cyndwella looks to Aigis.
“Oh yes! You are a very cute Automation. Has your master penetrated you yet?” She asks Aigis bluntly.
"No. My master has not penetrated me yet, he has been away for many years and as such I have not been able to provide those types of services to him Lady Cyndwella." Aigis replied to Cyndwella in more blunt and mechanical tone. The more she spoke the more apparent that something was not entirely right with her.
"It is very inappropriate inquire about someone else's sex life Cyndwella. Besides you know full well that I am a prude and do not partake in fun."
“Do I look I give a rat’s weight in petrified Bapho-shit?” Cyndwella places her hands on her hips and then cocks her hips. “We’re all grown adults here, buckethead. It’s just exhausting that every time I see you, you’re as bland, dull and boring. Go fuck a girl man! It’d do you some good, unless you ain’t into the girls.”
“Leave him be Cynd.” Marcus sighs.
"Well I am a dull and bland person Cyndwella. I am just surprised that you still have not figured that out by now."
Jorge placed his hand on Aigis' shoulder amd gave her a little shake.
"We hardly know each other Cynd. I have not seen her in more than five years. You surely cannot believe that I the well known prude would just slip up so easily?"
“It’s not ‘slipping up’, you dull-fuck. It’s called being human. You’re surrounded by beautiful women, seek a life of peace and yet, you pull shit just as stupid as my husband.” Cyndwella jabs her thumb into Marcus’ arm.
“Cynd he has-“
“Yeah, a job!” Cyndwella barks, cutting off Marcus again. “You vigilante men all have the same excuse. ‘If you don’t who will’? I’m getting tired of that horse shit. Get off your high pile of bullshit and realize that you have to think of those who care for you.” Cyndwella floats up to Jorge and jabs a finger at his armor.
As Cyndwella jabbed her finger at Jorge Aigis retaliated by gently but firmly pushed her hand away and gave her a stern look.
"Well if it is any consolation I am no longer a watchman. I plan to be a statesman now. A man of words not swords. I must warn you that she is protective. She almost fought your hubby when he got a little agitated."
"Please do not lay your hands upon my master without his permission. It is not proper to do so."
(Take this with a grain of salt big guy. Cyndwella isn’t one to harm, but neither will she be intimidated.)
As Cyndwella’s hand was pushed away, she snapped the fingers of her other hand and dozens of razor sharp tins appear around Jorge and Aigis. Chains dangle from them and create an interesting (and ominous) choirs as they shift and move seemingly of their own will.
“I am no formal court whore. I do not play your rules, sweet Autogal. Get used to that!” Cyndwella grabs Aigis by the face and plants a long, passionate kiss on Aigis’ lips.
Aigis' eyes widened and she went into battle stance before she was caught off guard by Cyndwella's kiss. She stood motionless her fingers ready to fire yet unsure whether to do so. She looked to Jorge who merely waved his hand and silently dismissed the entire event.
"Cyndwella. Please be nice to her. She does not know better. Give her some time and she will probably warm up to you. Right Marcus?"
(Woah man. She's cray cray. I guess that's one way to deal with that.)
(BT, Doc said to me ‘Cyndwella is as crazy as a rat in a tinshit house’. She is absolutely crazy. Howere, she isn’t a bad person.)
“Jorge, I’m as lost as you.” Marcus shrugs.
“Little autogal, you feel this.... Don’t you? Deep down, you feel the desire. Call me, if you want to be appreciated.” Cyndwella runs her tongue up Aigis’ cheek. “I will teach you how to please your master.”
Still unsure how to respond Aigis glanced over to Jorge who gave her subtle no. Calming down the energy at the tips of her fingers dulled down and she assumed a more relaxed pose standing straight and proper in contrast to Cyndwella's more erratic demeanor.
"Cyndwella. Please refrain from shows of aggression in my house. I am trying to leave that part of my life behind me. So please. Call off your pointy floating chain things or I will not invite you to the reopening of this humble home."