The next day, the girls of DMND were gathered around a hologram showing what the updated FOD would look like. They all marveled at what would become the individual towers, all connected to each other and the central command tower.
"Huh. So the new expanded brig will be in the 'Archive.' I have never seen such a place," Marion points out as she reads the patch notes.
"The Archive? I haven't been over there in a LONG time." The Slayer shifts the hologram over to one small section of the FOD, floating off by itself in space. "This is it. I've used it for storage. It's been so long, even I've forgotten what's in there. I can see why it'd become a brig. It doesn't even have a portal generator, but it DOES have a portal stabilizer. It actually makes me think, we should go over there to see what's there, do cleaning if need be, etc. Luckily, dust doesn't accumulate in space." He then expands the hologram of the Archive, tapping some controls. "It's been so long, I'd have to verify all systems."
"I thought you just said it doesn't have anything," Daisy asks.
"I said it doesn't have a portal generator. It DOES have its own life support," the Slayer answers as he taps some controls. "Hmmm, that's in standby. Let's see…local power is low. Engaging power transfer," he says as in the hologram a thin beam of energy links the two. "OK, booting life support…engaging pressure test…pressure test is green, no leaks. OK, N2/O2 ratios are 70/30, pressure's at 1 atmo….oh right, temperature. Knew I was forgetting something. Heaters are on….and there. Room temperature over there."
"Hey, uh, what about gravity?" Nix asks, fluttering her wings. "Is that calibrated?"
"It was on, at a low power though," the Slayer answers. "Only enough to prevent things from floating away. Storage in zero G can get…problematic," he continues as he raises the Archive's gravity to 1 G. "Ok, final systems check….only the emergency backup life support is online, which is fine. Primary and secondary life support systems are offline, and I can't fix it from here. I have to do that locally." He then goes over to the main computer to set the portal destination. "You all ready to go?" He asks as he pushes the stone.
Once through the portal, the girls took a look around at everything cluttered around. "You're not one for organization, are you?" Daisy asks.
"Hey, you saw his man cave when we first got up here. He had trash everywhere," Nix responds. "So what exactly are we here for?" Marion asks.
"General cleanup, among other inspections. If a brig is going here, I want a separation between the storage area and the brig. No prisoners are touching my stuff," the Slayer answers as he goes over to a panel on the wall, tapping it to wake it up as he fiddled with controls.
"Wow, look at everything," Daisy says as they wander the piled up items. She picks up an old pistol, just as the Slayer finishes fixing the life support systems. "Oh, I remember that! That's my old gun," he says as he takes the pistol. "First demon I ever killed was with this gun. A Beretta 92FS," he says proudly as he checks the gun over. "Still has some rounds in it," he says with raised eyebrows as he ejects the magazine. "Needs cleaning and oiling, but it could still be deadly. Relatively speaking that is. I can assure you it'd still do the job on Earth. How well would this Italian beauty fare in Remnant, with Aura and Grimm and all that….I can't say. What I can say? This is one hell of a gun. And would you believe that by the time I got it, the company that made it was over 600 years old by the time I got this thing? The design of the gun itself is over 100 years old. Such is how reliable Berettas are. Though other manufacturers aren't bad either. Glock came out of nowhere with their first gun. Oh, but I should stop before I completely nerd out about gun brands. Though Ruby…." He thinks to himself.
He puts it down, as he examines something else. "Somewhat related, these are my old brass knuckles. I still remember what it's like to punch a demon with these. Especially when I had picked up a berserk pack. Nothing like gibbing an imp with a single punch," he says as he twirls the brass knuckles around one finger.
"And you don't need those anymore," Nix says with a smile. "You can destroy ANYTHING with one punch, even bare-handed. You just don't because it got boring for you, plus you dived into your sadism headfirst."
"All true," the Slayer answers with a chuckle.
"Hey, speaking of weapons," Marion asks, coming up to him with a more modern looking pistol, "What's this?"
"Oh I remember this!" The Slayer answers as he pulls it from its holster. "Some old project of mine I never finished. Oh, it was an old idea about an energy pistol with multiple power settings, all from a universe where I had to investigate the possibility of Infernal Corruption, but nothing was confirmed. And the lower settings? Would stun, but not kill. The kill settings were just fine, obviously, but finding the right stun settings that would do the job without killing….yeah, that's why I shelved the project. But here in Remnant?" His eyes took on a shine of passion. "Here, such a pistol would be VERY useful."
"Since all your main guns are a bit...too lethal?" Daisy asks. "And having something that will NOT kill right away would actually be useful?" Just then an idea hit. "And since we all have Aura it means we should be sturdier to it."
"Exactly Dais," the Slayer answers, petting the bunny faunus's head. "And the holster, while missing the straps, wasn't just meant for the sake of holding the gun." He holds up said holster, a strange metal shape the pistol had fit perfectly into. "This baby was made to be immune to weapon scans. X-rays, metal detectors, even those that detect energy sources. This was made to hide them all. Like the gun, it ALSO had tech I was trying to perfect. A dimensional retreat, so that it and the gun slip out of reality for a bit, and then back in, in case of pat downs. Never perfected that, and at some point, stopped having a reason. Now…" He puts the pistol back in its holster, but puts the whole thing in a pocket. "Oh, I'm for sure hanging onto and improving this."
"Speaking of things you might want," Nix comes up, holding a ring that bore his mark in reverse. "Based off everything I know...royalty have signet rings right? Is this yours?"
"Why yes it is," the Slayer says as he takes the ring and puts it on. "Sentinels still sometimes do still send messages the old fashioned way, with wax seals and everything. Which has the advantage of being hack-proof. No, I'm not going to force you all to kiss the thing," he says with a chuckle. "This one comes with other goodies too. So basically it's an ID badge for various electronic things. It can also do this." The mark on the ring starts to heat up, and the Slayer punches a wall, leaving a burned on mark.
"Oooh, a nice way to mark territory," Nix comments. "Without doing so….the other way," she laughs.
"In a way," the Slayer answers, but now Marion finds more rings. When the Slayer sees them, his expression falls as he looks at them. He holds up one ring, a beautiful golden ring with a diamond, saying "This was the ring I gave Catherine when I asked her to marry me. And this is the one for when she DID marry me. And this was mine," he says quietly, seeming ready to cry, even falling to his knees.
"There there," Nix says as she hugs him. The other girls hug him as well. "I know you miss her, but you have to move on. Besides…" She leans in closer so her breath tickled his ear. "You have us now," she says as she kisses his cheek.
"Thanks," The Slayer answers with a smile, petting her head as he gets up.
"Why do I get the feeling things are….different between you two?" Marion asks with a chuckle. "That sounded a bit too friendly."
"Well, let's see here," Nix continues. "I've now shown him ALL of my burns, which he accepted. I'll admit...I've kissed him. AFTER he made me feel good….about said burns." A faint blush comes to her cheeks.
"Why do I get the feeling you're not saying the whole truth?" Daisy asks with a glare. "Bill, what have you two done? Besides the kissing that is," she asks the Slayer directly. "OK, let me reword things. Exactly how much of her HAVE you seen?"
"No more than would be visible at a pool or beach," the Slayer answers, eager to change the subject as he wanders the Archive. "Wait, is that…?" He asks. "It is. Sam got big into Pokemon, and at one point decided he wanted to play them all. Even the retro ones, no matter how old they were. Finding this was a bitch. Can you imagine how difficult it is to find authentic 150 year old hardware? Well, 150 when I bought it. Go—well, bless eBay and Amazon," He says as he picks up the old Game Boy Color. "I'm sure the batteries are de—wait, really?" He says as he powers it on. "Faintly, but there." The girls crowd around him as they hear what to them was a yellow mouse say "Pikachu!" in a bitcrushed voice. As the Slayer started up the game, he checked the old save file. "So he's in Pallet Town huh? Let's check the Poke…woah. Sammy, I can't let anyone delete your save file. I might clone it to the server so the cartridge can be reused, but I can't delete this. I don't know how you did it, but you pulled it off. You truly caught'em all, even pulling off the glitch that stars that one Youngster on Route 25 with the Slowpoke to catch Mew. I can't delete a full Pokedex of 151. Nope. Not allowed." Just then what little life the batteries had died.
"Isn't that the monster catching franchise we've heard about?" Nix asks.
"Yep. Got multiple generations of games, anime, trading cards….even a mobile game that pretty much conquered the world when it first came out. And that's just the official stuff. Not to mention the fan games, fan art, fan fiction...and some of that got interesting. Let's just say there's some out there….who'd bring their Pokemon to bed with them," the Slayer tells them. "And before you say 'Aw, of course they would, they're so cuddly,' some do that, sure. Others….do FAR more. Oh, the art, and smut, I've heard of. I even heard of one author who got so into it, he decided to make a UNIVERSE of it. He got himself everything. Fans, Discord server...you name it. Yeah, Earth has had some weirdos," He admits.
"Wow," Daisy says. "That is quite a lot of love for one franchise. But anyway….what else is here?" She goes to look, and then sees a tiny pet collar, one with a tag that read "Daisy." "Do I even have to ask?"
"No, you don't," the Slayer says as he looks at the collar. "Caring for her was my way of dealing with the PTSD. Losing her….was hard," he says as he grips the collar tightly.
"Then here's something that might cheer you up," Marion says coming over with a box. "I mean….holy shit, you have so many."
"So many what?" Nix asks as they open the box.
"Wow, I can't believe I still have all my medals," the Slayer answers. "And I collected a lot. Purple Hearts, Medals of Honor...pretty much every Earth medal that exists is here. Only thing I'm missing is I haven't been a prisoner of war, and that's mostly because Hell...OK, I would say Hell doesn't take prisoners, but they do. It's just that you're better off dying right away than being a prisoner. Even my Sentinel medals are here. All the various campaign symbols are here too. Here's the one for the Unholy Crusade."
"So we should hang onto these," Nix says with a smile. "Imagine you, able to walk freely into something formal, all these medals on your chest…"
"That'd be showing off, but yeah," the Slayer answers as he closes the box. "Now what else is here…." He asks himself as he walks around. "Oh boy, this," He says as he examines a strange eyeless comedy mask. "Relic of some cult trying cross into some other evil dimension that was guarded by some enormous black bird. Insisted reality was false, a veil upon humanity, and that this other dimension was the true reality. Or as they would put it, reality is but a play, and they were the only ones to see behind the curtain. 'See that no one knows.' Well you can't hide shit from me."
He keeps browsing. "Oh, this," He frowns as he examines a dirty piece of cloth. "A reminder of THAT incident. All I'll say, is not all demons were ugly upon first meeting them. What else…"
Now he looks at a jar full of a mysterious black liquid. "Don't look, you don't can't handle what's in there. You'll go insane if you do. It's darkened for your safety," he says, throwing a cloth over it. Just before he did, the girls could swear something moved in the jar.
He also takes a look a long tooth. "Oh, I remember this guy. Regenerating beast. Destroy it to atoms and it still comes back. I was able to snag this though. Worst part? According to the guys locking him up, there's greater dangers out there, which is a big call when they already lock up shit from a weeping angel knockoff to an evil mask, and even some critter who goes for anyone that's seen its face, even in a photo. There's a big red guy who can become a threat to all reality, everywhere. If he shows up...these guys are calling me. Though apparently it's possible that the one to defeat this guy isn't me, but of all things, an orange blob. The friendliest little guy imaginable. One hug and you can go from evil/suicidal, to thinking enough happy thoughts you could fly, almost."
Finally he goes over to an amulet. "Oh, this. For some poor sucker, this became his anchor after death. He wanted my help, since I was the only one who could interact with him. Though when I explained what I knew of the afterlife to him….he got depression like nothing else. That was until he met others like him. All of them worried about Hell. But then an idea from a game I like hit me. Combine them all into a shield to protect their world from spiritual harm. It took some figuring out, but eventually, it worked. All the souls, billions of them, keeping the living safe from Davoth. Did it work? I'll admit, I have no idea. And it was so long ago they may've experienced their Big Crunch/heat death/other universal ender by now. Kept the amulet as a reminder."
"Wait," Marion asks. "Run that by us again. What do you mean it became his anchor 'after death.' Do you really mean you met him as a g-ghost?" She asks stuttering.
"Why yes," the Slayer says in a tone as if describing the weather. "I've met my fair share. Had to deal with them in all sorts of ways. Even demons come in ghost form. Plasma is the answer there." He glances at all the girls. "Yeah, if someone has even thought it up, I've likely met it. And even things NOBODY has thought of."
Tucked in a corner was a container with a silver sphere floating within, though the edges of the sphere pulsed with strange wave formations. "Oh, this. Interesting stuff. Some kind of living metal, from some universe long, long ago. Have to keep it in suspension or else it consumes things like various forms of strange matter. Odd reactions to different energy types. Good thing its containment unit is quite stable. Somewhere I should have the extractor around here somewhere. Only way to handle this stuff. Does it have any uses? Not sure, but after an event where it went rogue and consumed a planet, I remember taking a sample, just in case."
He takes another glance around. "There might be more here, I'm sure of it, that's of interest. But nothing grabs me for now." He double checks the things he's taking back. "Nice to be here again."
Once back in the FOD, the Slayer went to his man cave and got to work on the energy pistol. "Hmmm, it might be best to make it drop Aura. Problem is that's variable as well," he says to himself as he takes the pistol apart, searching his computer for the blueprints.
"I figured you'd be in here, working on that thing," Nix says as she comes in, sitting on his lap.
"Do I look like a chair?" The Slayer asks.
"So sitting on you is fun. Bite me. Actually…" Nix says with a blush as she stares into the distance.
"Calm yourself and stop being horny. Speaking of…" He adopts a serious look. "I hope yesterday wasn't….pushing anything. I mean, you got horny, and some would say I took adv—"
Nix puts a finger on his lips before he can finish. "I know what you're about to say. And first off? I appreciate that. It shows that underneath all that rage and muscle, you ARE a gentleman," she says, kissing his cheek. "And to answer you? I needed it. I mean, I'll admit I've had fun with Daisy. But I think one part of me still wants a man." She shifts around on his lap.
"Life for Mythicals is...hard. Down in the Muo kingdom, away from the prying eyes of the surface dwellers, we get our fair share of Grimm, sure. But we get plenty of Grimm that the surfacers never see, or even know about. And they can be tougher than anything on the surface. Attacks are frequent, despite our best efforts to repel them. Though it's not completely hopeless. There's a special type of Dust down there the surfacers know nothing about, that without, life would likely be impossible. Sun Dust we call it. There's a lot we don't know, like why it's only on the ceilings, or why it glows with a day night cycle. Not to mention the fact it emits more than just visible light. It mimics the sun enough for crops."
"But I got sidetracked. You might ask what does that have to do with anything. Well…" Nix blushes as she admits this next part. "Because life is so hard, we all have to...do our part, when the time comes. And it is not uncommon for….large families, shall we say. When I lived down in the city of Thean with my parents, we lived in the Ebon household with...quite a lot of people. My grandparents Goji and Mossa, my uncles Gintarl, Dornarl, and Ahnarl. Yes, they're all triplets. And more aunts than I can count. As for cousins? Oh boy….yeah, there's quite a lot. So, long story short….multiplication is a Mythical specialty. Not to mention, with life so hard…"
"You naturally want to seek out the strongest mate, for the best kids," Slayer finishes. "You, Sentinels, and quite a few other races I've met. Let me guess, it's not as bad as it was? Now you may go for looks and personality, even if they're not the strongest? The less capable still get to do the grunt work behind the scenes?"
"Wait, how did you...of course you knew. You've seen this kind of thing before, haven't you?" Nix asks. "Did what I say hold any surprises?"
"The Sentinels have some similarities. Except it's the entire planet that's hard. But they've made it work. In fact they spread to the stars. Granted, they had help from the Maykrs once they showed up. But it's...not that different. Hard life, everyone has to do what they can. What's interesting? All the texts may talk of the warriors, but that was but one aspect to them. They had the usual people for society to run. They had their farmers, their architects, historians, their scientists….and this is also where they came to appreciate certain things. On Earth, many of our best and brightest were also neurodivergent in some form. The Sentinels recognized those advantages early on, and would shelter them. After all, if a man has trouble socially but can unlock the secrets of the universe with ease, why put such a man in battle? The strength of such a man lies in the brain, not the muscles." He pauses for a moment, putting an arm around Nix. "And as for attraction to me? I also get it. Would you believe you're not the first to feel that way?" He asks. "To want me because I'm strong? I've had….quite a lot of interest. Nothing came of it though. Some get repulsed when they learn how little value I place in wealth. Or they find some other fault. Mostly I turn them down for their own good. First off, I often didn't have time, as there were demons to kill. Second? Immortal paired with mortal is a bitch. And third?" He stares hard at Nix. "Pretend too many women DID want my kids. Now imagine the next generation."
"If you gave too many women kids….it means that a large part of the next generation lacks the diversity required for stability," she answers. "Even if they found others, it wouldn't take that many generations before the diversity is a problem. Which I understand. My mom was from Sikara, which is somewhere under Menagerie. But I get it." She lays on the Slayer's shoulder. "I do think, for you? First off, you have time. I mean...your primary goal, killing demons? Done. As for immortality….I think you should enjoy yourself in the now, and not think of the future. And for the diversity issue? So you don't accept too many. Even the strongest of Mythicals has run into that issue. We'll work it out," Nix continues.
"What's this we?" The Slayer asks. "I know YOU like me. What, trying to get other girls to like me too?"
"Oh, let's see here. We have a man so strong, you could bench press the universe. Or that's how it seems," Nix laughs. "Yet gentle enough that I'm sure you could hold a butterfly without harming it. Tough enough that no weapon can leave a scratch on you, yet sensitive enough that one of your main motivations was your pet rabbit. Not to mention the rugged chiseled warrior face. You look good for your age, while still appealing to any older man fantasy," She admits, running a hand along his jawline. "Little wonder I said 'Daddy' yesterday," she adds with a whisper into his ear.
"Oh you little devil," the Slayer laughs. "Granted, I know I'm not for everyone. Some like the shy nerdy types. I mean, I know Pyrrha likes shy. Otherwise she would NOT be pining for Jaune. That and I'm not for those who prefer guys their age. Well, the more mature ladies, yes, they'd have no problem with it." He turns his attention back to the designs on screen. "Anyway, I have to figure this out. Relationship issues can wait."
"Oooh, the stun gun of yours?" Nix asks. "Ruby would likely be more excited, I'll admit. I will say? As said earlier, I get a stun gun. What's a surprise is how you'd have this," She picks up the holster, a metallic sleeve that the gun slotted nicely into, "be able to hide itself, mister 'If violence isn't fixing the issue, you're not using enough violence.'"
"Well, because the reality is that mentality only works in an all is nearly lost, humanity's nearly dead scenario. If fighting an enemy that could potentially become an ally? Then yeah, stun, don't kill," the Slayer explains. "It's just that most of what I fight is of the type where no peace is possible. Here? Oh, every bone in my body tells me I'll fight those I don't actually want to kill."
"And you can't exactly punch from across the room?" Nix asks. "You know, there's actually one thing I had figured out, for Nightfall. As you know, Aura detection technology is everywhere. I figured out how to put that in a gun. In fact…well, first, let's see if your training is paying off." The Slayer raises an eyebrow as Nix holds out her hand and concentrates. After a minute, her weapon appears in her hand. "Yes! I love your tech. Now." she says, unfolding it into its sniper rifle mode, then handing it to the Slayer as she gets off of his lap. "Look at me through the scope. And before you ask, if anyone's not going to mishandle it, it's you."
The Slayer takes the weapon and looks as Nix walks away enough for room. He could see the remote Aura reading in the scope's HUD. "So imagine using that in this gun. How do you adjust the power level?"
"Well, the first design was to have the power setting as a slide on the side. But now I'm thinking it should be on the rear, and maybe it should go down, not up. Then it feels like I'm cocking back the hammer," the Slayer explains. "As for adjusting for Aura? I'd have to incorporate some smart tech." He begins drawing some designs. "Hmmm, I'll need a metal printer for this. This one only does plastic."
"Oh, I saw something like that in Ophelia's room!" Nix says excitedly. "No idea where she got it from, but I've seen her using it plenty. Not sure for what though. I think she just got back from a scouting mission too, so she should be around."
They both got up, walking towards Ophelia's room. When the door opened, Ophelia looked up in shock, snapping to attention, and it took a full second before they understood. On a desk in front of her was the metal printer, but there was more. In front of Ophelia was a metal model she was painting carefully, one the Slayer recognized, as he knew what white hair and power armor meant. In fact, there was a display case full of the miniature women, along with all the equipment they ever used. All hand-painted, and from the metal printer.
"Sir, this isn't what it looks like!" Ophelia says, clearly wanting to hide her work.
"At ease. Ophelia, why hide the Emperor's best ladies?" The Slayer asks. "So you like the Sisters of Battle. As for me? I never could decide. I've enjoyed both Grey Knights and Salamanders." And indeed, Ophelia had quite the collection. The Slayer saw many of the Orders represented, with the Sisters in various roles from the base level sister to canoness. She even had their vehicles, from the Rhinos, Immolators, Exorcists, and even the odd Pentitent Engine here and there. A lot of the figures looked like they weren't even models. All the tanks looked like the tracks would actually move if the vehicle was pushed along the ground.
"You...know Warhammer 40K sir?" Ophelia asks, relaxing and looking at the Slayer with wide eyes.
"Hey, I've played it in the past. Been a while though. Still remember the lore, somewhat," the Slayer answers. "Here's a fun fact. Did you know that besides Holy Terra, the OTHER major planet for these ladies is called Ophelia VII?" Ophelia's eyes widened, but nodded.
"What's this Warhammer 40K?" Nix asks.
"Well, where to start. The tagline?" The Slayer begins. "In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war," he says, noticing that Ophelia said it with him.
"The actual story….is a LONG one. Beginning a long time prior to the start of everything, all the way up to the 'present,'" Ophelia explains. "I will say sir, things would change if you were in the universe. Can you imagine the Warp standing up to you? Oh, what's that, the average Warp demon can't be killed, their energy just goes back to their god? Not if you kill them. In fact, I'm sure you could slay the Chaos gods. Oh, what a glorious battle it would be! Khorne would get excited at first, until you prove you can bring more violence than he can handle. Tzeentch would try to bargain, but you'd have no time for his plans. Nurgle….oooh, now he'd be an interesting case. Mainly in that I could see that after you're done, you'd want a shower. Maybe multiple. I mean, HELL doesn't do diseases like Nurgle does. And finally, for Slaanesh? I'm not sure you can be seduced, which would be their downfall. You'd empty the Warp, sir." She pauses for a bit, then continues.
"And then move onto the Xenos. The Ork Waagh field would fail in your presence, sir. The Nids couldn't steal your genes. The Necrons might learn how to fear for the first time. Eldar and Tau might respect you though. Maybe. They're the only two races that might actually be reasoned with. Sir."
"Ophelia the 40K nerd. Who would've guessed?" The Slayer asks. "You know, there'd be a problem with me in the universe. Sure, let's say I slew everyone that isn't human. The problem—"
"Is the Imperium of Man itself," Ophelia finishes. "Your renowned softness towards the common man would mean you have few friends. Except for Vulkan sir, Vulkan would either want to adopt you as a brother, or serve you faithfully. Anyone with even the slightest association with the Inquisition would hate you. It can be the Inquisition itself, the Grey Knights, or even most Commissars. What would get really interesting sir? You and the Kriegers. I'm sure they're a little TOO eager to die for your liking. Sir," she finishes.
"Wow, you REALLY know your lore. We should play sometime," the Slayer answers. "I will ask, why'd you make them all metal?" He asks.
"Because plastic is unworthy of the Emperor," Ophelia explains simply. "I take it you were here for the printer sir?" She asks, crouching under her desk to unplug it.
"Actually yes. Modifying an old gun of mine, to be exact. Would you believe I actually have something non-lethal? I figure that could actually be useful here," the Slayer explains.
"With your permission sir, I'd like to see it," Ophelia asks. "I wouldn't mind seeing this weapon you plan on making. I may modify my own weapon for stun capacity."
"Permission granted," the Slayer answers as Ophelia grabs the metal printer. Once back in the man cave, Ophelia plugged in the metal printer, and the Slayer sat down and began to print out parts. Nix, once again, happily sat on one of his legs, while Ophelia looked around for a place to sit.
"Hey Leah. Go ahead and sit," Nix tells her, patting the Slayer's other leg. "Trust me, it's fine."
The Slayer looked around, but couldn't find anything. "Yeah, go ahead. At this rate everyone will enjoy sitting on me."
Hesitantly at first, Ophelia did sit down on the offered leg. "It's...not bad. Sir," she admits, with the slightest bit of color coming to her cheeks.
"And you said he couldn't be seduced," Nix teases, playfully nudging her. "But maybe you're taking to him quite well."
"Alright, now to make this thing," the Slayer interrupts as he prints out parts. The whole while, Ophelia kept shifting around, trying to get comfortable. While he worked on the gun, showing off its parts, he couldn't help but notice how the two ladies felt on his lap. Both young and in their prime, both with warrior bodies but with the right amount of softness in the right places, and one of them constantly shifting around, with the other shifting slightly every now and then. Nix was leaning on him, smiling contently, while Ophelia watched with diligence.
"Sir, it is...unusual to sit on your lap," she admits. "Watching you work is...fascinating however."
"Hey, at least it's not like you're sitting on the Golden Throne," the Slayer tells her. "Nor is it like you're sitting on the Emperor's lap. I mean, he's like what, 14 feet tall? I'm sure that'd be...awkward."
"If you were the Emperor, it wouldn't be," Ophelia says quietly, as if to herself.
"Oh my. That makes me wonder...if I really WAS the Emperor, would you enjoy that?" He asks with a slight smile.
With some hesitation, Ophelia admitted "Yes sir," giving a wiggle on his lap that to the Slayer, didn't feel like her trying to get comfortable. If it was what he thought it was...then he had to admit...he liked it. He liked that he could have that effect on her. Though he soon realized, he liked it a bit too much.
"You...really like 40K, don't you?" He asks. "Wish you could be a real Sister of Battle, purging heretics in the Emperor's name?"
"Yes sir," She says more confidently, continuing to fidget on his lap.
"If I was in the universe with you, and I straight up replaced the big E...I bet your loyalty would rival various Custodes," He continued to ask, all while working on the stun gun. "You'd be so loyal, you could stand before the Ruinous Powers while flipping them the double bird, and they couldn't do a damned thing to you, could they?" Inwardly, he was smirking. Here was a normally aloof mixed heritage Sentinel, and now she was getting a little too excited at the idea of what it'd be like to live in a fictional grimdark universe.
"Correct sir," she answers, and the Slayer felt her legs wrap around his own leg, still fidgeting on his lap.
"Oh my. Leah getting a little excited?" Nix teases. "I have NO idea what anything you talked about is, but she is SURE into it." She sniffs the air. "A little too into it. Do you need help Leah?" She asks.
"I don't understand what you mean," she asks, looking hard at the dragon faunus. Though there was some very clear color in her cheeks.
The Slayer then had an idea. "Let's say...all of that was true. AND, let's say the ladies could be in the various transhuman roles." He couldn't keep the smile off his face. "How quick would you be to accept my gene-seed?"
"You did NOT just go there," Nix shoots the Slayer a look that said Really? "Moving a bit fast, aren't we?"
"It's not what you think. I know what it sounds like, but it's not that. It's….well, it's not exactly quick to explain," the Slayer defends himself. "The organs that make it are in the neck and chest. Not….down south."
"Fill me with your gene-seed my Emperor!" Ophelia yelled out, her legs clutching the leg she was sitting on tightly as her whole body began to shake, and she gasped for air. The Slayer almost had to wince, as Ophelia's grip was STRONG. He had no doubt that she could've snapped the bone if he was mortal. She reached out for something to hold onto, and the Slayer offered his hand, Nix taking the other. Nix winced as Ophelia gripped her hand, and the Slayer could understand. The hand he was holding was gripping tightly, to the point he could imagine her crushing nuts bare-handed with ease. Wow, she got so excited about being in the 40K universe, with me, that not only did it arouse her she started grinding on my leg, but she even came. Why is that hot?
It took her a while, but she began to calm down, and cleared her throat. "Your Majesty, sir. That was…" she began, trying to wipe the pleasure from her face, her grips on everything loosening, but still hanging onto hands and leg.
"Hot," Nix admits with a smirk. "You lived in your fantasy so hard, you orgasmed on 'His Majesty,'" She tells her, with some extra emphasis on "His Majesty." "Your 'Emperor' even enjoyed that."
"Sir?" Ophelia asks. Nix answers by taking Ophelia's hand that she was holding, and moving it low. Once Ophelia's hand was in the right spot in the Slayer's lap, her eyes went wide. "S-sir, I-I…"
"Did you enjoy yourself?" He asks. Ophelia hesitated, until the Slayer added "Don't make me make that an order."
"Yes sir," She finally admitted, color coming to her cheeks despite herself. The Slayer stole a glance at Nix, who was smiling knowingly.
"Then there's nothing to worry about," He explains. "I liked that you enjoyed yourself too. Obviously," He adds with a smile. "On top of that? You didn't even distract me," he says, holding up the finished stun gun. "I still need to test it, but it's complete."
"That's good sir," Ophelia says. "So what now?"
"Well, considering what Nix and I have done….I thought it would be a good idea to take her on a date. Based on what's happened, I feel you should come too. Now, I'm not sure WHERE we should go, but a date would be nice," the Slayer answers.
"Oooh, that does sound fun," Nix says excitedly. "We should bring Marion and Daisy too." She then has a realization. "Wait a minute. You're a scout. If anyone could find a good date location, it's you Leah. Assuming you find somewhere that's not a forest full of Grimm. Which wouldn't surprise me if that was a date for you," she laughs.
"I'll find something. Sir. Nixera," she answers.
"Good. Now….if you don't mind me asking...why DO you like him?" She asks. "I mean, for me? He's one of the first to not care about the burns. On top of...Mythical instincts that make me seek a strong mate. Not to mention how he's sweet and caring. And good looking. Enough," she laughs. "Oh, and you can say Nix."
"It is the same for my people, Nixer—Nix," Ophelia forces herself to say. "Life is hard, we seek the strongest mates. And how can I get any stronger than His Majesty? What helped...is how he too is a fan of Warhammer 40K. Along with everything else you mentioned about him."
"Ah, so it's the nerdy side you like too," the Slayer laughs. "But fear not, it's not like that's the only nerdy thing I'm a fan of. I also know Marvel. And DC. And quite a few other nerdy fandoms besides that." He pauses to think. "I notice those are all Earthling things. Is that how you keep in touch with that side of your heritage?" He asks.
"Yes sir," She answers confidently. "Are you aware sir, that your Crucible is essentially—"
"A Hell-powered lightsaber from Star Wars, to a degree?" The Slayer interrupts. "Yes I am. Did I make lightsaber noises in my head when I first wielded it? Also yes."
Ophelia looked at him in wonder and awe, beginning to shift around again. An evil grin came to the dragon faunus's face, as Nixera looked at the pair.
"Hey Leah," she asks. "Do you want to know what it's like to have your spine in danger because of him?"
"What do you mean?" Ophelia asks.
"Turn around," Nix orders, the Sentinel Scout obeying so she was facing the Slayer. "Now, care to do the honors Bill?"
The Slayer hugged Ophelia tightly with one hand, causing her to smile. "Now, here's a question," Nix asks. "Have you ever been kissed?" She asks, still with the evil smile.
"In the way you mean, no. My training has kept me so busy, that I—" Ophelia answers, until she's interrupted.
"Now….who do you want to kiss first? Him….or me?" The dragon asks.
"Naughty naughty," the Slayer tells her with a finger wag.
Ophelia almost was in shock for a minute. Until Nix mouthed Go ahead. When the Slayer bent down, the Sentinel responded, lips meeting. She was awkward at first, but before long she was kissing greedily, arms wrapping around the Slayer as mouths opened and tongues fought. It took a while, but they broke for air.
"Sir….," Ophelia said, panting with a slight lustful look. "That was...amazing."
"Now you should go for the neck," Nix says.
"What do you mean Ni—OH!" Ophelia was about to ask, until she felt the Slayer's lips on her neck. She bit her lip as the Slayer sucked, giving her a hickey. "Mm, sir." She saluted. "Thank you sir."
"My turn," Nix says with a smirk. Before Ophelia could object, she found her lips locked with the dragon. Her eyes widened in surprise, before eventually settling in and kissing back.
Once they broke for air, Nix asked, "Enjoyed the show?" while getting up off his lap and stretching.
"Not what I expected to have happen...but it was hot," the Slayer admitted.
"That was fun Nix. Glad you enjoyed it sir," Ophelia says, also getting up. "I...need to change. Sir," She says, saluting.
"After getting yourself off on my leg?" The Slayer teases as he gets up as well. "Go ahead." Ophelia nods, then runs off.
"Well, that was fun. I'm eager for the date now," Nix admits. "And you have your new stun gun! I will say, if you want to test it?" She stands a distance from him. "I trust you won't hurt me."
"Thanks. Though I won't test it here. Just in case," the Slayer tells her. "Best to have Isabelle on standby when it happens." One part of him was still processing Ophelia's hidden nerdy side, which he had to admit was cute. Not to mention the fact she had essentially masturbated via his leg. A thought then came to him. Valen, at this rate, I'll make you a grandfather. Somehow….I don't think you'd mind that though.