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What do you mean Restraining order?
Severak: Wellllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll...
Montpelier's POV:
"There's somebody at the door." Denver knocked on my door.
"Coming." I closed the magazine and walked into the living room where Intrepid… was.
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What now?
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"Oh hi carrier boyfriend!" Columbia waved as she passed by.
"She's not my boyfriend." I popped the bubble she was blowing with my finger.
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"Rude." Columbia gave me a short glare before walking upstairs.
"So what do you want?" I sighed as Denver began straightening my pants.
"You know Portland?" Intrepid asked. Well duh. "She's really working herself out for the competition. I think we need to stop her."
"Isn't her working a good thing?" I kicked Denver's shin as she began to spray perfume around me.
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"I'm just really worried about her." Intrepid admitted.
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"Monty's getting NTR'd?" Denver muttered behind me.
"I think it's polygamy." Columbia commented.
"Shut up!" I pointed at the gossips.
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"So are we going to stop her?" Intrepid asked.
"You want me to stop Portland from being productive?" I questioned her.
"Can you help me?" Intrepid grabbed my hands.
"Do you honestly expect me to help?" I pulled them away.
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"She's not courageous enough." Denver shook her head.
"Maybe sis will realize that if she doesn't make a move, she'll lose the carrier." Columbia murmured.
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"Sure." I stuck my tongue at my annoying sisters.
"We're … Here." Intrepid opened the door. On the floor was two weeks worth of clothes. Several shells lied dangerously close to a power outlet and a 12 pack of Oxycola began to drip onto the floor.
"What the heck is this?" Intrepid picked up a stack of papers. Each page was headed with a marked up picture and several lines of advice on weak points. Preparation on how to fight, it seems. I snuck my hand into the stack and flipped through the papers in order to check what she had on me.
OoOoOoO
Montpelier
Hard to hit due to her short stature
Only partially effective in short ranges
Her attitude is the hardest thing to beat
OoOoOoO
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I tore up the informatic.
"Montpelier, just help clean up the room." Intrepid waved to me as she walked to Portland, who had passed out over the unmade blankets.
"Fine." I dropped the rest of stained papers into the puddle of oxycola and began to throw the mud filled clothes into a basket.
"Hey Portland." Intrepid shook the cruiser. "You okay?"
"Hmmm?" Portland muttered. I couldn't really get a good look at her, but Intrepid's gasp was all I needed.
"What happened to you!" Intrepid wiped off some dirt from her face.
"I was training." Portland turned face down on the bed.
"When was the last time you showered?" Intrepid sprayed some deodorant in her general direction before just unscrewing the cap and letting the scent flow into the room.
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"Week or so?" Portland groaned as she rolled around the bed. (1)
"When was the last time you've slept?" Intrepid peered into her.
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"Like, 40 seconds ago?" Portland layed down limp.
"Intrepid big ape smart." I snorted.
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"Alright." Intrepid pulled the struggling Portland off the bed. "You are going to get cleaned up."
"I have a half day practice in an hour or so." Portland waved her off. "I'll get up then."
"YOU are taking a break and a shower first." Intrepid brought the cruiser to the bathroom.
"Tap's broken." Portland lazily waved.
"Then we are going to Montpelier's house." Intrepid concluded.
"Not happening." I immediately objected.
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"Yes we are." Intrepid carried Portland to the door.
"We do not have a bath." I lied, stepping in front of her.
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Intrepid bit her lip.
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"Do you have a shower?" I glared at her.
"Her sister is super rich." Portland nodded sleepily.
"Uhhh. Let's just drop her into the lake." Intrepid compromised.
"Absolutely not." I shivered. What was with her and throwing people into the Ocean? This carrier is mental! "But we do need her to get cleaned."
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"Is it fine to leave her like this?" Intrepid muttered.
"Do you have a house or not, Intrepid?" I stared into her.
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"Is that shrubbery!?" I sniffed the bushes outside the ring of fences. There were actual flowers in here! ACTUAL FLOWERS! And the smell! MGHGHGHGHHGHGHGHG
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It was just so gorgeous.
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"You act like you've never seen a bush before." Intrepid commented dryly.
"You've never told me you're THIS rich!" I gestured at the white mansion in front of us.
"Yeah, get it out of your system." Intrepid sighed.
"It's got a Fountain!" I dove my hand into the water and fished out some nickels. "A Fountain!"
"Put those back." Intrepid took my money and dropped it back into the water before opening the door. "We are going to be here for the least amount of time as possible."
"We should be here as long as possible!" I opened the door. "Look! There's a white balcony-"
"Mezzanine." Intrepid interrupted.
"-thing inside a house! And the grand piano!" I ran to the pearly white fur-carpeted living room. "It's not upright! You have actual abstract art hanging here!"
"It's not a big deal." Intrepid followed me. "They cost like ten gems."
"And the second floor!" I ran to the winding staircase. "There's so much go-"
A hand grabbed my collar and pulled me into the air.
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"Please. Take off your shoes." The carrier set me back down on a mat.
"Bunker Hill." Intrepid leaned Portland against the wall.
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Bunker Hill sighed before walking away.
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"What was that about?" I walked back over to her.
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"It's nothing." Intrepid began to carry Portland down the stairs. "Let's just wash her and go."
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"Okay!" I placed my hand on the railing and slid down the stairwell, shoving the previous moment into my short term memory. The stairwell was so smooth! I hopped off the edge, and landed on my feet.
"Bet you can't do that." I laughed as Intrepid followed down the stairs, Portland in her hands.
"You bet right." A different Carrier tapped my shoulder. I turned around. The new carrier had long grey hair and a flower in her hair. However, her intimidating aura, channeled clearly through her muddy eyes, froze my body.
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"Do not do that again." She walked up the stairs.
"Yes ma'am." I took a step back.
"Let's just get this over with." Intrepid pulled me along.
"Sure." I glanced back at them.
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Why were all the Carriers here so scary?
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"Did you do something to them?" I asked as Intrepid opened the door to a rather large lavatory.
"We need to clean Portland." Intrepid ignored the question. "And then we are going home."
"Isn't this your home?" I handed her soap.
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"Hand me the soap." Intrepid asked.
"In your hand." I pointed.
"Allright." Intrepid shook her head. "I'm going to clean Portland, you can tour the house if you want."
"Really?" I suppress my now bubbling interest.
"Don't mess anything up." Intrepid waved me off dismissively.
"Allright." I strolled out of the bathroom and strolled down the hall. Lining the beige walls were shelfs of plants and rows of slightly erotic paintings. I popped open several rooms and every single one of them were furnished with posh decor. There was a gym, a bar, a pool room, a library, a home movie theater, a Enterprise shrine? (2)
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Not something you'll normally find in a mansion, but okay...
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I placed my hand against the wall as I continued to traverse the mansion. The sides of the hallway had faded out from a dark brown mahoganesque plaster to a light chestnut beige. The once vivid furnishing slowly disappeared as I made my way towards the end of the hall. The carpet under my foot concluded around twenty feet from the set of large metal double doors.
The metalic doors themselves were of a rather interesting design. I would have personally never considered to contain such… Surgery-like doors in a mansion as fancy as this, but to each their own I guess. I'm not an architect. I pressed against the door, but it would not budge.
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I stepped back to the carpet, and barged into the door.
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I don't know what that was supposed to do.
Still, It's quite frustrating that people still hide stuff from you. I'll get Intrepid to open it later.
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I turned back and rolled my fingertips against the wall. The lab like decor behind me finally began to color it self again as the funitu-
My hand stopped as the wall softly yet audibly clicked.
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What was that? I stepped back and observed the now pressed-in wall.
I spun the revolving door around.
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I glanced at both ends of the hallways. No one there. Allright.
I walked inside the room.
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The first warning sign should have been the dark purple walls. It should have been the only warning sign that was needed.
I once again reached the end of a hallway. What was with mansions and hallways? It's like there were a million of them.
I placed my hand on the door handle. It's stickiness should have been the second warning sign.
I wiped my hands against my pants and pressed open the door.
I quickly realized what room this was. In front of my face was a long dangling chain. It took me only a second to spot the used ropes in the corner. There was an uncomfortable amount of power sockets. Against the wall were a whole shelf full of… "Idol mics." Hooked up to the pitch black walls were a variety of whips, elongated objects, interestingly shaped poles, and oddly large necklaces.
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Not even Portland is this degenerate.
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Who the hell in this house is so masochistic that they would even enj-
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Through the process of elimination, I came up with just one answer.
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So this is why she didn't want us to come here, huh. Oh I am so going to use this against her.
I curiously tapped the sticky swing.
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Sticky.
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WHY IS IT STICKY?!
Dear INDY. I ran to the sink, and immediately washed my hands with the purple liquid flowing out.
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This was an aphrodisiac, wasn't it. (3)
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I furiously rubbed my hands against the irregularly crusty whip until they burned red. I did not want to know how much shedded skin layed on the floor. Once I was sure that the chemical had successfully left my body, I made my way to the door.
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I took one final glace at the room.
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How does that even fit inside?
Is there anything to help it go in?
I turned and looked at my surroundings. Chains, Whips, Swing, Bed, Mat, Ripped up clothes, Siren Tentacles-
Nope. I stayed too long. I'm getting out here.
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I slowly tiptoed back out of the … interesting pleasure room and pulled on the handle. It opened a bit too quickly for my liking and I backed up against a wall in the middle of the hallway.
Didn't I open the door?
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A shiver flooded fear throughout my body.
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I slowly twisted my body and in the corner of my vision, I saw a bright red tie.
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I glanced up, and found myself face to face with a partially dressed Essex.
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I'm going to die.
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"This never happened." Essex warned.
"Understood." I nodded.
Essex let me back into the hallway.
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"L-l-l-let's go back to Portland's house." I offered as Intrepid walked out of the bathroom.
"Montpelier?" Intrepid wiped her face with a towel.
"Let's go back to Portland's house..." I insisted.
"Did something happen to you?" Intrepid asked. "You look pale."
"Let's go back to Portland's house." I ordered.
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"Okay…" Intrepid narrowed her eyes.
"Have you been finally attracted to the glory of our savior Indy?" Portland snapped her fingers.
"Y-y-yes." I nodded furiously.
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Intrepid and Portland both looked at each other before lifting me off the ground and carrying me out of the haunted house.
Footnotes:
(1): 2 weeks, Portland. 2 weeks
(2): Enterprise Shrines aren't that uncommon, Monty. I know a .. "Friend" that might have one.
(3): Specially designed by the HolyIndyCorp!
Did I say next chapter would be the Tournament Arc?
Yeah, I misspoke.
At least now we know that Essex is into BDSM.
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sorry.
Anyways, See you next week!