SERIOUS: Reconnaisance Unit, Chapter 2: Broken Bonds and the Mysterious Predator of the Valens Mountain Range (OPEN to Shad0w and Cryptic Terror)

Apparently Jade was completely oblivious about how bad an idea would be, generally speaking, to just place a male's face into, between, atop, or anywhere over a female person's breast region. Or, when she was flustered and confused, she had no control of her reactions which, seemingly, were really poor and bizarre. Or both those things mentioned, really.

Well, another issue was that Hawks was acting erratic for a while now, thus, the expected response of him flipping out, never occurred. "Really Jade? In a place like this? Well fine, you really are naughty, however." The blonde male simply states, with a slightly taunting voice, before he "assists" her action of pulling him over there, by actually moving forward, ending up with his face dived into said region. If she was creepy enough to do such a thing in the middle of such an already awkward scene, then he'd follow up.

After a moment, she became aware of the unfortunate circumstance occurring upon her own chest. Past the capacity for fear or patience, she snarled a bit, gazing down upon the intruder. "Yes. Really, Hawks. If it's a challenge you want ..." She carefully runs a finger under his chin, lifting until she looks him in the eye - "I'd never disappoint you." Her fingertips slowly rake down his chest as she inches closer, pressing herself firmly against his abdomen. "Tell me who you really are..." Her hand moves up to gently cradle his cheek as her thumb softly and very slowly runs along his lower lip as she eyes him with a taunting half-lidded gaze. "... or has the sphinx got your tongue?" She moves still closer, her lips at threatening proximity as her warm breath whispers against the corner of hid mouth. "... if not, I can certainly remedy that, magician."

"You constantly ask me of that. Like, don't you know who I am, or is this some sort of an erotic game for-!!!" before finishing his sentence, something grabbed on his shoulder from behind and violently pulled him away from Jade's chest, an action that was going to bring an awful lot more awkward situations, as, in a reflexive attempt to hold onto anything, her upper body's garment was ripped away as the male was pulled away. "Whoaaaah!"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QM0zXkWvrh8

Hawks was being "kidnapped" by the cock! However, back in the ... erh, chest of his captive, there actually exists a cock! But, on closer inspection, the latter one looked more puffed up than the normal one. It was a pillow-clone! "We have to get going, Master Hawks." the cock calmly explains. However, seemingly due to his irrational dislike towards Jade, he actively didn't attempt to pick her up along with the magician. "Hey, you are supposed to get Jad-WHOAH, HER BREASTS ARE EXPOSED, SEXY-AGHR!" His tone went from surprised, to more surprised, to perverted surprised, to surprised and in utter pain, as accidentally his head had bumped against a rock, as the cock had still to attain enough height. In fact, he seemingly even passed out from the impact, albeit his faced indicated that it was more of a goofy-sort-of knockout.

Jade gasps as the magician is suddenly tugged away from hr, taking her shirt away as a souvenir. Ironically the shirt he tore off of her was his own which she had previously stolen from her. She was only wearing his shirt because of what he did to her other one. She snarled as that worthless bastard of a chicken snatcher her crew mate from her grasp. This triggered a vicious territorial rage in the little sphinx as she lunged forward, sinking her teeth and claws into the throat of the phantom creature.

She had completely forgotten the issue of her bare top as she was blinded by rage. Her wings vanished as she shifted back into her full human form as she braced her footing. She noticed that the evil fowl had managed to assault her crew mate into unconsciousness. She tugged him hard away from the bird falling backward as the unconscious body tumbled toward her. He was unconscious and this awful creature who she did not trust was trying to take him away to do who knows what. She carefully crawled on top of the magician, protecting him with her body as she snarled at the bird who was still captured by the giant woman who was carrying him away in her shirt.

"Hawks... you must wake up!"

Her bare chest was pressed firmly against his as she tried desperately to awaken her knocked out crew mate. She was panicked, angry, and worried. They needed to leave but he was injured and was apparently being hunted by a nefarious flighted fiend from the 7th circle of hell. She wasn't even quite sure if he was breathing. Carefully, she parts his lips and presses her mouth firmly against his, breathing slowly, attempting to resuscitate him.

https://i.servimg.com/u/f39/15/24/52/55/pounce10.jpg

(checkmate)

"Women are nothing but trouble ..." The cock solemnly laments, injured by Jade's reaction towards him, even though earlier on it was established that they are all allies of sorts. Also the towering female that was too obsessed with cocks, for some reason, was quite an issue, too. Oddly, despite being bitten by such a ferocious creature, the damage seemed minimal, despite the blood flowing looking rather significant; this was indeed a resilient cock.

The woman's shirt suddenly erupts forward, without tearing apart, as the cock inflates. "Pillow Stuff." the cock is released once again from her breasts-erm, captivity, and turns towards her. He raises a pole that, once again, inexplicably appeared out of hammer's space, and swings it down towards her. "Dry Pillow Hammer." the pole literally becomes a pillow! And strikes the woman right on the middle of her head. The sound generated from the blow was oddly loud and metallic-like. This cock had weird powers.

Meanwhile, Hawks was slowly recovering, and looks above at Jade. He is smirking. But only for a moment, before said smirk turns into a neutral face, to a confused one, to an awkwardly shocked one. "W-what happened?" then more realizations come. "Why are you topless?! And .. w-why are they pressing against me?! Gyaaah!!" He screams, shocked.

The towering woman gasps as her shirt inflates causing the cock to eject from the crevasse of her chest. She paws the air as the creature leaves only to be met with an unfortunate strike upon the head - with a pillow? Strangely she felt light headed for a moment ... then her face felt wet. She brushed her arm over her face to remove the moisture only to discover sheets of blood running down her face.
She narrowed her eyes at the bird as she thundered toward him. She pulled out a tube that looked rather like a finger trap as her lips twisted into a wicked smile. "Would you like to know what I do with naughty cocks?"

Jade lifts up slightly as she notices her crew mate is indeed conscious. She sighs, smiling for a moment, somewhat relieved. Her initial panic never allowed her to notice her unfortunate state of undress - until he points it out to her. She vaguely remembers that her missing shirt is actually his fault - and seeing the torn shreds of her shirt still in his hand confirms this. She wasn't sure why he was suddenly panicking but he was definitely too loud. She could here something of a battle going on nearby and didn't want to alert them of her condition.

Carefully, she leans over and presses a single finger over his lips. She shifts slightly to straddle his hips while pressing against him. Slowly she lifts up, pulling him up with her by his collar. When he's finally sitting up, she stays there straddling his lap, pressed against him for coverage. She gazes at him carefully, her eyes pleading that he remain calm as she slowly begins unbuttoning his shirt. Ironically the shirt he just tore off of her was also his, since he tore up her other one at an earlier date.

The sudden awkward squeamishness of the magician's demeanor was familiar. She felt more comfortable around him now, less like prey. She could feel how tense he was and knew a loud panic was probably about to occur. She would have to ... strategically muzzle him if this happened. Her gaze never leaves him as her hands slipped slowly over his shoulders, dragging the shirt away from his skin, pushing it down his arms. She leaned forward, warmly whispering against his cheek. "I'm sorry ... I need this - look at what's in your hands and you'll understand why. You're back, aren't you? I've missed you." She paused, leaving his shirt there, mostly off, and lightly wrapped her arms around him for a moment, resting her chin on his shoulder. He skin felt warm against his, despite the cold weather - her bizarrely quickened pulse was keeping her quite warm. "Hawks ... I - um ... just then ... -- What happened to you?"

"I have no idea .. last thing I recall was that I was atop the cock going at .. wait, why are you undressing me?! And why is my forehead bleeding?! Am I starting to lose my mind?!" Hawks stutters around, obviously he was confused, it seemed that he was suffering from some form of short-term memory loss. Not to mention some split personality issues.

"What kind of a contraption is this?" the cock calmly remarks, while watching the creature charge towards him. The most fascinating thing to note was that she was apparently, somehow, able to dash in the mid-air. An ability user, or a special martial art's move? "I will not allow you to capture me again, lady." he places his hands forward, making an odd, like seal, it basically looked like a badly-displayed head of a cock. "Cock-Block!" a very large and puffy pillow in the shape and print of a cock appears out of hammer's space, and is set on a collision course with the woman.

"What is with you and taking off my clothes? Well .. at least you are not topless anymore." Hawks says, while getting himself, up. Looking away, he notices some fight was going on, so he puts his hands on her shoulders, looking at her. "Alright, we have to leave. Richards is going to stall her. There's something else we need to take care of here."

The large woman was annoyed with the slippery cocks maneuvering. She needed to get her hands around it against so she could stuff it down her shirt. It was time they knew what she was. Slowly the bottom of her dress seemed to melt away in shreds. Eight tentacles dashed out from beneath, all thrashing, seemingly with mind of their own - all set to capture the cock. "I don't want to hurt you, I just want something to stroke on cool evenings ..."

The sphinx is too distracted to notice the fish woman or even to question why she would have yeti children. Still pressed against the magician, Jade moves away just enough to cover herself with his shirt. She felt terrible for exposing him to these frigid conditions like this - even though he was the one the relieved her of her own shirt - which, oddly, was also his, and even more oddly her possession of that shirt was also his fault. She was also in possession of the red sash he had earlier tied around his hips.

She straightened the shirt and hadn't bothered to button it when she noticed his rambling. Again, he conveniently forgot about his bizarre actions and seemed accusative about her state of undress as if he had nothing to do with it. She was about to protest when a word captured her attention - 'bleeding'. Eying his forehead, the moist trickle of fresh blood captivated her. This cold weather would never let it clot properly - she had best heal it so it wouldn't become infected.

Before he can get up, she presses her lips against his forehead, brushing them against the escaping drops of blood before applying light pressure. She closes her eyes and releases him to stand as a small amount of blood enters her mouth. The familiar flavour is intoxicating - His blood drove her to madness - her mind and her surroundings blur as all she can do is crave more of the magician - and not necessarily blood.

When her eyes open again, they are a deep violet colour, glazed over with craving. She stands slowly, her hands slowly running over his abdomen and chest and her warm breath follows the path with deliberate slowness. His scent further fuels her madness and her lips drag slowly against the side of his neck. Carefully she removes the red hip sash she had stolen from him earlier and loops it around his back, using it to both imprison him and tug him closer. Her warm lips travel slowly along his jawline, pausing dangerously near his own lips. She pulls him closer just as her eyes return to their original green colour - she blinks several times, squirming a bit, unsure about why he is so close to him nor why she can't escape, not realizing she's holding him against her with the scarf. "Hawks! W-what's happening?"

"Sigh ..."

"It appears that we may both need some therapy." Hawks comments, seemingly, and slightly surprisingly, he remained relatively unfazed by her overall abnormal behavior just now, albeit his expression was one that suggested he only barely managed not to freak out like he usually does. Perhaps he was getting used to these situations happening so often. Also to note was that he was apparently able to at least notice that something was off with him, too.

"But this is not the time to be doing this, we have to leave. Can you fly?" he then adds, at last he was able to remain relatively professional even if he was under the influence of creepy vibes around him. Or maybe it was the cause he had in mind that was provoking him from remaining focused. "We don't have a lot of time."

The worst thing about Jade's blood lust was that she didn't forget - she remembered every moment of what just happened. It was like she lost control of her body and senses - trapped like a prisoner inside a scenario she could not control but had to endure like a puppet. The magician must still have some of that evil potion Ginji concocted lingering in his bloodstream. His blood was always alluring but never like this.

The entire experience made her feel weak and dirty. Whether or not she would have done such a thing on her own did not change the fact that it wasn't her choice when it happened. Losing control to blood was unacceptable. She was better than this. The worst part was that he calmly just waited for it to end. He wasn't a helpless victim this time - it was far worse; he seemed to pity her. He no longer even expressed shock or any reaction at all - she was treated as little more than a wounded animal in deed of aid - in the form of psychiatric evaluation. It was definitely time to leave this cursed place.

"There is never a time to be doing this - and yet here we are again. Remind me to kill that damn doctor. Of course I can fly - the problem is that you can't. Hold onto me ..." Large bat-like wings protruded from behind her shoulders with an impressive wingspan many times her size. She could easily carry them both - but there wasn't really a non-awkward way to go about it. She tried not to think about it ... or anything aside from getting the hell away from this horrible island.

"Alright, let's get going-..." Hawks observes Jade for a few moments, before he crosses his arms, nodding slightly. Something about this didn't seemed to appeal to him. "Was expecting to sort of ride you .. it should be easier than to just carry me around like an over-sized bag."

Hopefully he wasn't offending her in any way, he sincerely assumed and believed that it'd be easier to move across the sky if he was to basically ride her, instead of her having to hold him from his armpits or something of that sort. Although, to be fair, it was also the coolness factor. Riding a mythological creature would look better than being carried by a "bat" woman.

"RIDE me?" The Sphinx's mouth falls open in disbelief for a few moments. She returns to her human form with obvious annoyance. Without a word, she pulls out a sizable document from her utility bag. She carefully thumbs through the pages, stopping abruptly. She uses the small pen that is tucked into the pages of the document to highlight a certain portion of the document.

She holds the document out in front of the magician, holding a finger near the indicated part for his examination. "Section XIIII, Part C of the Tactical Collaboration section of the Nakama Agreement STRICTLY prohibits riding. There will BE NO RIDING! If you want to ride something, get yourself a horse and have it sign a contract. In the mean time, good luck growing your own wings, you over-sized bag."

His eyes frown in disbelief that she holds that piece of document with her. "I can't believe that you remembered this now, of all times." he comments, an almost irresistible urge to raise his hand and proceed to smash it against his face is starting to consume him. Managing to remain relatively solemn, albeit his facial expression was making it clear that he was dumbfounded by this -admittedly- unexpected action. "If I recall them correctly, said document contains other things that have been violated before, so why would you suddenly become agitated at this request?" he calmly explains to her, implying that not only has he read this -rather large- mass of documented rules, but he also likely was in possession of a copy, too; what a confusing pair.

A large banging sound, the sound of flesh and metal smashing onto solid rock, distracts the mage; turning his head towards the source, he identifies Richards -the cock- having supplexed that towering, bizarre woman into the frozen ground. "Excuse me, but you appear to have selected a false time to have this kind of conversation. I am buying you time, so either get on board or throw that female over your shoulder and leave immediately." the cock calmly addresses to the magician, in the meantime clearly still battling to escape captivity from this cock enthusiast.