[M] Madness

POSTED: Mon Jun 29, 2020 8:30 pm

WARNING: This thread contains material exceeding the general board rating of PG-13. It may contain very strong language, drug usage, graphic violence, or graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.


The objective was simple: Rescue the prisoners and return to base.

Turning down a quiet, desolate, and darkened hallway, Shiro wished that completing the objective was as simple as it sounded, played on repeat in an endless loop within her skull. The plan seemed to reverberate between her ears, her commander's gravel pitch grating against her nerves. There would be dire consequences if things did not go according to plan.She could feel the hairs along her nape beginning to prickle, as the seeds of worry and self-doubt began to try and implant themselves within her mind. The sonorous command that she was to follow, rescue the prisoners and return to base, did not allow those thoughts to take root. Instead it drove her to press on, nearly to madness, expertly turning each corner, pushing open each door, as if she had walked this pathway a hundred times. In her mind, she had traced the route, again and again, calculating the very number of steps it would take to walk quietly down one hall to the next, how much time it would take from the point of infiltration, until she found the prisoners.

Although her heart pounded against her chest, as if the flak jacket she wore was so tight that it constricted her breathing, she wore a neutral expression, masked only by the deep shadows cast by the hood drawn up over her rounded ears. The cloak she wore was threadbare, doing little more than to thinly veil the modest amount of armor the snow leopard wore. Even the gun, strapped and holstered for quick access, formed an obvious lump between the material. Shiro knew that if she was caught, a disguise would do very little to keep her safe. Once the prisoners were set free, there would be no more sneaking around; it would be a race to the exit, and those who did not make it out would not be spared.

She was not the only one tasked with this particular assignment. Several others had taken different paths, seeking out different prison cells within the labyrinthine fortress. Like Shiro, they had all been tasked with one objective. She knew that by the time she reached the room to which she had been assigned, her comrades would be reaching theirs as well. With no time to waste, she pressed on, fiery eyes scanning the final hallway that would lead her to her destination. At the very end, illuminated by a single weak light that flickered irregularly, was the door which she was to break down. She did not know what to expect, for they had not debriefed her on who exactly she would be rescuing. Perhaps they could not tell her, or perhaps they truly did not know.

As she approached, Shiro instinctively reached for a dagger sheathed at her leg, listening for any sounds that might give some indication as to what was behind the door. There were no sounds of movement coming from within, no low murmur of voices. The only thing she could hear was the gentle hum of the light overhead, and her own, even breathing. Exhaling slowly, she braced herself, knowing that the moment she burst through the door, the countdown to find the exist would begin. She planted her boots firmly, testing her balance in preparation to kick the door down, to make an entrance that no prison guard would ever forget. Small as she was, the snow leopard tended to perform with a flourish, but this time, she reconsidered. This time, she leaned forward, tentatively reaching her paw out to turn the dull, silvery door knob in front of her. To her surprise, the door opened inward with a keening creak, and owlishly peered into the room, empty of people aside from a single individual tied up at the back of the room. Finally understanding what she was looking at, Shiro froze, a deep blush rushing to her face, yet somehow she found herself unable to tear her gaze away.

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His throat was so dry.

He didn't know how much longer he could handle this so-called torture. At first, it was funny, then it was hot, and then boring. It was sometime within his third night being locked up that he had begun to re-evaluate his choices in life. Sparta knew he was fucked if he stayed here too much longer, for he knew that the ropes and binds would soon turn into waterboarding and whipping, if he wasn't careful about enjoying himself too much. They kept him bound for some time this time, though, naked and against a wall. His arms were so tired from being bound in a way to where he had to hold himself up.

This place sucked, a lot. There wasn't even a safe-word.

Sparta sighed lightly, his white hair hanging over his defeated and bruised face. He knew it was pointless to fight it, at the moment, and he might as well save his energy for the long run, in case his contacts could not find him soon enough. Silently, he prayed for his savior, whether it be man or woman, he would repay them handsomely. He really would begin to get desperate if he had to go another few nights without something to eat, and to be moved out of this real problematic position.

It was a dark, and the only light he could see was from the cracks in the slightly cracked window cover. His mismatched eyes of a soulless night and bright supernovas caught only the passing of a shadow and this caught his attention.

When the door swung open, his eyes took longer than wanted to adjust to the brightness of the light coming from behind the woman, but once he could see who it was, he opened his maw to speak, but nothing but a cough came from it. He coughed two more times before he was finally able to clear his throat and toss his head to her. Stop staring and get me down, please he pleaded to her, hoping that she had a gun for him to borrow for their escape from this hellhole.

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It was only when the lone prisoner spoke up that Shiro had the decency to actually look him in the eye, her own expression thick with guilt as she turned her molten lava gaze from the bonds pressing into the supple flesh of his inner thighs, to his bruised face. 'Time is running out,' she reminded herself firmly, finally coming out of her shock and rushing forward to cut the striped feline from his bonds. The dagger she wielded was not well made for the task, but she handled it deftly, doing no more damage than to part the fur where the restraints dug in. Acutely aware of each passing second, Shiro turned on her heel, ready to dash out the door once more, before remembering that the prisoner was stark naked. While his modesty mattered very little to her at this point, now that she had seen it all, it would certainly do him no good for defense, and she very well couldn't expect him to fight armed enemies with tooth and claw alone.

Hastily hurrying to the door, she peeked out into the hallway, before sheathing her dagger, and pulling the thin cape off her shoulders, tossing it towards the tiger. Her steel grey mane, typically styled into a short mohawk, now flopped freely over her forehead, covering a single eye, though it did little to veil her gaze. If Shiro was concerned about defensive coverage, the scrap of fabric hardly qualified as protection, but she found herself struggling not to stare "Here," she said, pointedly not looking at the prisoner while removing a handgun that had been strapped to her leg, and handing that him, in addition to the sheathed dagger. "We need to go, now." Shiro hissed, not waiting for him to get comfortable with the items she gave him. The sooner they got out of there, the better, so with that in mind, she led him back out through the maze of tunnels and endless rooms, keeping eyes and ears peeled, trying not to jump to conclusions at the sight of every shadow or the strange echoes in the distance.

They crept past guards, and briefly exchanged bullets with a small patrol, though Shiro was lucky enough to narrowly avoid being hit. She grit her teeth and strapped her gun back onto her body so that she could grasp at her upper arm where a deep crimson blossom of blood had begun to soak through the fabric of her shirt. "We're almost there." She murmured, before pressing forward to lead them to a tunnel that would lead them outside. "A truck will be waiting, if we make it in time. They'll bring us to the city nearby, and from where, we will find safe passage..." The tone of her hoarse whisper was nearly drowned out by the sound of their footsteps as they ran through the dark tunnel, the growing light at the end their sole beacon of hope.

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I need you like I need a gun to the head,
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There was a little hesitation from the woman, he could see that, but he didn't completely understand why until he looked down at himself. He was naked. Of course. She did come to him and cut him free from his binds, and once that tension was released he seemed to melt into the ground for a moment, where he shook his hands to get feeling into his hands again. His legs felt a bit weak too, having been strung up in such a way was not particularly comfortable. Sparta took a moment to collect himself while she worried about looking out for the guards. He rushed the feeling into his body's limbs, and he used his still numb hands as crutches to clumsily get himself to his feet, but once he was up, he was up and steady enough. He clenched his hands at his sides, before the cloak had been tossed in his direction. He instinctively went out to grab it, and immediately swung it around his back but noticed that while it might be big on her, it was not so big on him — a man more than a foot taller than her — and he was forced to be slightly uncomfortable and the cloak did not exactly manage to cover everything.

Goddamn he muttered as he took the gun and then the knife that she supplied him with as well. He checked the gun to make sure the safety was off and that the gun was live so that he could be sure of his shot. His fingers tingled with sensation and he sighed in relief that he could feel his body again. I owe you one. What's your name? Do you know who I am? he asked her, not knowing if they had been briefed on who the prisoners or if she even gave a shit.

This did not stop them from moving on, for they had a time limit here and now was not the time to stop and have a chat. With the promise of being told later who she was, he followed her, knowing that she knew these hallways better than he did. They were relatively silent, and Spartacus was just focused on getting out of this place alive. He, too, tried not to jump and run at every shifting shadow, but his nerves were pretty shot so while he didn't over react, he did act a bit sketchy at times.

The shots that were fired were short and the two kept moving as to not prolong their stay in this hellish place, and Spartacus was fine with this. He kept up with the smaller woman, though did sometimes lag a bit behind. Their movement did not keep the woman from getting grazed, and he had only been lucky to not been so much of a target as she was. Fleeing was the best option for them.

They were led to the dark tunnel and as they ran down it, she explained the plan, and he silently agreed with her. He trusted she had the way out of here and he also trusted that they would have given them some time to get to the rendezvous. The two ran for what seemed like a marathon before they finally made it to the light at the end of the tunnel. His mismatched ears welcomed the sounds of a running truck that started up as soon as they got close enough. That's him right?! he asked as they drew closer and he prepared to jump into the back of the truck.

With affirmation from the much smaller woman, he jumped into the back of the truck where he was greeted with the sight of a familiar face that he knew, quite well. Sparta put his hand on the window of the truck to signal that he was glad that a friendly face was here for him and that he trusted Zinc.

The covered truck was not motionless for long, and as they drove, Sppartacus stripped the woman's cloak from his body and returned it to her. Thanks for letting me borrow it. It served me well. And Uh, Sorry if there are any popped seams. he mentioned nervously as he finally took a second to really look at the woman who saved him.

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POSTED: Tue Jun 30, 2020 2:54 am

An ear swiveled back, sweeping in the baritone timbre of the tiger's voice, honing in on it among the reverberating clatter of their footsteps through the tunnel. All this time she had barely been able to spare him so much as a look over her shoulder, for it took all her focus just to keep alive. Bursting out into the moonlit night, Shiro's attention was immediately drawn to the sound of a running engine, and she made a beeline for the idling truck. Behind her, sirens blared, rousing security from their posts, and whittling away at the amount of time they had left to make their escape. "Yeah, let's go!" She urged, using the last of her energy to sprint to the open back end of the truck. Despite the dark shadows obscuring its depth, she could see that the truck was likely nearing capacity, and that they were likely one of the last to arrive.

Shiro flung herself carelessly into the vehicle, landing in a heap, blood spilling onto the truck bed as her arm was knocked away. She did not hurry to return pressure to the wound, too exhausted, yet nonetheless relieved that she had made it. In the back of her mind, she vaguely hoped that the tiger had made it too. Several faces seemed to hover around her, all crowded into the small space behind the truck's cab, all jolting in unison as the truck sped off, out of the compound, and into the night. Someone quickly bandaged Shiro's wounds, making due with what they had until they arrived at their destination. Afterwards, Shiro found a space to sit near the tiger she had freed, shuffling over awkwardly as the vehicle bumped along underfoot. She took the cloak he offered, balling it up in her fist instead of putting it back on, for the ragged garment was of little value, although she appreciated the sentiment. "Don't worry about it." She said without bothering to hide her smirk, just realizing now that the former captive was much bigger than her, the difference clear in spite of being crouched and contorted to fit into the truck.

"When we were briefed, we weren't given much information as to who we were rescuing... I don't think anyone really know exactly who would be in there, and who we would be able to get out." Her effort to shrug carelessly was stopped short as pain lanced through her injured arm. Grimacing, she raised a hand to the bandages, as if the pressure could sooth the burn, and continued. "There are two other trucks that will join us, from the compound, and we'll meet up at a safe haven where they can help set you up with new identification, a job, a ticket out of here, whatever you need." This time she drew her dark lips into a terse line, before a gentle nudge against her knee drew commanded her attention. Blinking in surprise, she looked over to see that someone had passed her a pair of pants, a shirt that probably wouldn't fit the much larger tiger, and a canteen full of water. The clothing was passed onto the still-nude prisoner, but Shiro held onto the water long enough to take a sip, nearly draining half of it before screwing the lid back on, and handing it over as well.

"I'm Shiro." She didn't offer any more information, and did not seem to pry to know more of the man she had just freed. A look of deep weariness had suddenly crossed her face, as if the adrenaline had finally begun to clear out of her system. Around them, the faint murmur of idle chitchat could be heard, but like her, everyone else seemed to be exhausted from their adventure. After several minutes of silence, she finally turned back to the tiger. "So. Who are you?" She asked, carefully brushing her dark hair from her eyes.

Beyond that, she did not offer any more in the way of conversation, seemingly hypnotized in a half-alert state until the truck finally rolled to a halt, and the engine was cut. A brief moment of confusion was followed by someone confirming that they were at the rendezvous, and that it was safe to exit the vehicle. Shiro piled out, along with everyone else, taking care not to mill about on the dark street for too long lest someone take notice and find their sudden arrival suspicious. They entered what appeared to be a small, seedy bar, and the snow leopard quickly moved inside to make room for everyone else, patiently waiting out the initial round of chaos as they struggled to find organization among themselves.

She had just about begun to doze off, standing on her feet, when a sharp voice calling her name brought her to the present. Shiro quickly shuffled over to a beefy, kangaroo-looking fellow, who was holding a sleek, black dossier. He thumbed the pages absently, watching her approach. "Space is limited, so you will have to share a room." With his elbow, he gestured vaguely beside him, and it dawned on Shiro that she would be sharing a room with the man she had rescued. 'Oh no.' The thought welled in her mind, accompanied by a vivid image of the tiger wrapped in bondage, forced into a tantalizingly compromising position. Shiro balled her fist against the lusty memory, and scowled. "What the fuck? There are three trucks of people, and you expected us all to fit in this place for the night?"

"Actually, one of the trucks did not make it. Consider yourself lucky."

The kangaroo shut the dossier with a snap, and turned to hop off and find his next victim, leaving the petite woman to gawk at the back of his head. To her left, a reedy voice drew her ire. "What?" She began to round on this male as well, but drew back when she realized it was only the barkeep, a reptilian creature with amber eyes, who was gesturing towards a door behind the the bar. Muttering darkly to herself, she followed the man, listening halfheartedly as he explained that they would find some basic necessities in the room, where they would find the bathroom, and that they would need to be out of the tavern before noon. "Fan-fucking-tastic." Shiro grumbled, wriggling past the reptile and into the room, tearing off the flak jacket and unloading her weapons as she went.

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She finally answered him once she got comfortable in the truck in a seat nearest to him. When she was passed clothing to give to him, he took it and nodded lightly, taking only the pants and slipping them over his feet without getting up and then once he got his feet through each pant-leg, he stood up and pulled the pants up with the momentum. He looked at the shirt, but found that it would be too small for him to wear and so he did not even bother with it. Instead he used it as a rag to wipe his face from dust and he took his seat back where he was and he looked to her. He listened to her as she explained where they were going to, and that he would be able to get some supplies from their next stop, and he could separate from them from there, should he choose to. He was passed the canteen and when he got it, he feverishly opened the top back open, lifted it to his maw and chugged the rest of the canteen without much hesitation or regard for anyone else who might have not had something to drink yet. He was dehydrated and even that half a canteen didn't do much to his thirst.

Here, tell them we need more water down here. he requested from her before and he fanned himself off as he breathed a bit heavy, still trying to catch his breath from having to run for so long. Shiro was her name. A cute little name for a cute little woman, he thought. He smiled to her and chuckled lightly. My name is Spartacus Kai, I ran this district, until the enemy overtook us. the man spoke to her, sighing lightly as he leaned back on the bar behind him and let his head rest for a good portion of their trip. I hope some of my men made it out of there too. I haven't seen them in days. he told her but didn't look to her. He was saddened by the loss of good men.

When the truck came to a stop, he waited for everyone to pile out and once everyone else went, he finally went too. He went into the inn, along with everyone else, and once he finally caught the sight of a few of his other men, he smiled to them and went to greet them. He whispered condolences and appreciations in their ears as he hugged them tightly, and then pat them on the shoulder before he left them to go about their business. They seemed to want to talk, but the leader had much other things to care for before he was ready for anything.

He was outfitted with his choice of firearms, and appropriate clothing for himself that would fit this time, and he also was given some MREs to snack on in his room if he didn't want to wait for whatever room service they had. He was then told that he would be rooming with the girl that saved him and he didn't mind that much at all. He smiled and waved to her before she went off towards their shared room, seeming mad about something or another. He followed closely behind her, and squeezed into their shared room behind her. Hey, It's not a big deal to share a room, I will leave you alone if you want me to. he offered to her, in case she wanted to have some time for herself or whatever. He had to check the pockets of his new clothes for a new phone and ID and get his story straight before they left this bar anyhow.

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POSTED: Tue Jun 30, 2020 2:30 pm

The room which they were to share was small, but three cots had nonetheless been shoved into the tight space, items laid out for each of them, including the absentee. Shiro glanced briefly around, lingering on the unoccupied bed before bringing her eyes downward, wracked with guilt. They had practiced and trained for this, yet for all their best efforts, not everyone had made it out alive. It was a risk they had all been made aware of, but no amount of preparation was able to make the young woman feel any less pain, any less guilt for surviving. Demurely, she made her way to the bed with a pile of items that looked like they were meant for her, and sat on the edge, quietly pulling off her boots.

Her older brother, Yami, had also lead a squadron that had been overtaken by the enemy. At the time, she had been too young to be involved in the rescue, and a good thing too, for the mission had not been a success. Although they had managed to rescue some, it was only a minority that had survived. Among the dead was Yami, who gave his life to save a fellow soldier, perishing valiantly on the final leg of their escape. Mercifully, they had been able to bring the body back, and Shiro wore one of his canine teeth along with her dog tags, while her older sister wore the other fang. There were times holding the tooth that she could almost hear her eldest sibling's voice echo warmly in her mind, advising her on what needed to be done. The simple trinket that she clung to now, tags and tooth enclosed within her fist, served to remind her to do her best, always, because Yami was no longer there to shine like a beacon of hope for the rest of them. Although tonight it seemed that the ghosts were silent, she knew that she had to keep moving forward.

Through the haze of her turbulent thoughts, Shiro realized that Spartacus was speaking to her, but she shook her and offered a terse reply as she stood. "No, it's not that." She nearly growled, turning with the sudden force of explosive anger. Feeling the heat rise to her face, she excused herself, mumbling about needing to clean and re-dress her wound, before barreling out of the room. Introverted by nature, despite being typically loud mouthed and opinionated, she appreciated having the opportunity to unwind and decompress by herself. The faction typically put rescue teams and survivors in better accommodations, but it was based on availability, and although this had been undoubtedly one of the most important missions she had completed to date, the reward seemed proportionately paltry.

Conversations drifted through the hallway as the snow leopard passed by her peers either occupying their quarters or squeezing past each other as they traversed the narrow corridor. Maybe if she had been old enough to have gone of the rescue mission to retrieve her brother, things might have been different. Sharing a space with Spartacus, a man who was well respected and renowned, just like Yami, was difficult to process. Try as she might to distract herself by waiting in the long line for the shower, washing her wounds, even allowing her tears to flow freely with the suds and water, did little to reduce the pain. She felt as burdened as she did exiting the steamy bath as she had entering it, but now she felt a little more like herself, patched up and free from dirt and grime, perfumed by the scent of fresh soap and the ever-lingering hint of cherry blossoms that tailed her.

Sighing, she pushed her midnight tresses back from her forehead, tightened the towel around her chest, and headed back towards the room. The least she could do was spare Spartacus some pleasantries, or at least a civil exchange, after he had been held captive for who knew how long; did he not deserve that much from her? Seeing that the door to their room was cracked ajar, warm light filtering through the gap, the woman pushed it open, exhaling resolutely before announcing her presence. "Hey, sorry for being a prick earlier," She apologized as she absently closed the door behind her, preoccupied with keeping the towel attached and balancing everything else she had carried back into the room, carelessly prattling on about jobs that had already been posted on a makeshift board outside, and various snippets of gossip she heard while she had been out and about.

There was no self-conscious worry in the way she carried herself, her usually plush coat weighed down by moisture, lending a bit more definition to her slim frame and slender curves. As soldiers, they should both have been used to changing around members of their squad or platoon, as moments of privacy were a rare commodity when out on the field. While soldiers were trained to overlook physical differences as things that could set them apart, it was hard to ignore the stark contrast between both felines. Modestly proportioned, the subtle touches of Shiro's femininity were merely highlighted by her tomboyish nature, lending to a softer appeal, rather than one what was striking. Without thinking, she wrapped her thick, banded tail around her hips, protectively pulling close to her the thin towel. Her train of thought seemed to waver as her attention fell on Spartacus, crimson eyes dark, a deep blush once again creeping up over her breast and cheekbones, feeling as if her heart was suddenly throbbing in her throat.

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POSTED: Tue Jun 30, 2020 5:20 pm

I need you like I need a gun to the head,
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Spartacus sighed lightly, having been held captive and now released, he found himself just a bit too wound up to really rest just yet. He still was so hungry and thirsty that he didn't know if he should do that first or if he should go shower and clean himself. He laid back on one of the three cots they were provided with, and he looked at the objects that had been placed in the pockets of his new clothing. His new name, his new job. He also had a picture of a time once passed for him, having been separated from those in the pictures for so long now that he had begun to forget the sounds of their voices. One, he knew had been lost to the World of Chaos that they now lived in, but the other still lived on, somewhere.

The girl had finally spoken after a long time of silence and she suddenly left the room to let him be alone. He was not bothered by her fiery attitude, but instead, he was a bit more intrigued about her and her story. He also wondered if this woman had been purposefully assigned to him or if she just happened to get so lucky as to find him, but this still was not at the forefront of his mind. The man decided he needed an energy drink and something to eat, and once he looked at the bag that held his MRE's he found just that. He'd been lucky to have been pretty friendly with some of the men outside his squad too, and some of them knew him well enough to know that he loved energy drinks. He had his favorite "green tea" flavor too, and he knew that the person who made this bag knew him a bit too well. He would find out who it was eventually, and thank them, for they were the real "MVP" to him. He also was provided with a water bottle in case he needed to re-hydrate any of the food he unpacked.

He prepared the food, and while it was not a 5 star Wagyu Beef steak or even anything better than boxed pizza he was still glad to be able to get something in his stomach now instead of later. He knew he could get food prepared and cooked for him, but he still needed to scope out the situation in the kitchen before he allowed someone else to handle food for him. He would not be drugged again, even if it meant being overly paranoid about it. He continued to eat the beef stew MRE and tip on his green tea energy drink until there was nothing left and once he had finished, he realized that he should go get a spot for a shower. He didn't want to have to wait in a long line, so he had procrastinated for quite a bit of time, just reading over documents given to him through a phone.

He had missed a lot in the weeks he had been imprisoned, including the news of a comrade's confirmed death. They knew that this would be part of this job, but losing so many friends that he had considered family was still hard for him, even after all these years. He needed to take care of himself though, and he knew that. His recovery from his imprisonment would be a long road, and it would be even a longer road to live a normal life after all of this. He wondered if this "new identity" was supposed to be his new beginning, or if this was just another mission. He'd been yet to be debriefed, but he knew that they would give him some time to recuperate before sending him out again. Especially after such a long stint of being behind enemy lines.

He threw his phone on the cot and got up, stormed off towards the showers. He was led off to another showering area for men though, where there was less privacy than that of a normal bathroom. That was fine, too, for Spartacus was just glad to get a shower after all this time. He entered the locker room and easily stripped himself from the clothing he wore and covered himself with a towel before he walked into the showering area. He left his towel on a towel handle and went into the shower, easily letting the grime and dirt fall from his mixed and patchy coat with both albino and melanistic qualities. Those who had seen him often without his disguise considered him a Chimera of sorts, and his qualities always did turn heads. He knew he was unique looking, and often times he would have to paint his pale spots black to throw off others. Without the pale patches on him, he simply was just another "black tiger" with weird colored eyes. The dirt and dye had come from his pelt easily enough, and his pale spots began to show when he had began to lather and rinse himself with a soap that smelt like sandalwood, fresh sage, and hints of crisp fruits.

He finished his bath with washing his pale hair that had grown much longer since his entrapment and would have to be cared for eventually. His shampoo was rather generic, but he was able to snag the last bottle of "lavender & mint" that was in a lineup of slim pickings. When he finished up, he shook his fur from whatever loose water he could, even going through the motions of squeezing out his tail's extra water it was retaining and shaking at least three or four times before even attempting to leave the bathing area. He didn't expect the place to have a dryer, but that was fine, he knew he could get his hands on a hand dryer if he really felt like the heat from outside might not help him dry off faster.

He headed back to the room, too with a towel wrapped around his waist and only hiding what was deemed inappropriate for public consumption. He had no problem walking around with nothing, if it wasn't frowned upon. Spartacus was a good boy, though and he followed orders, and tried to not offend anyone. He liked a bit of excitement in his life, but he wasn't going to do it at the expense of someone else. So he went back to his room quickly and found himself getting back before the woman had still. He grabbed his phone after making the observation and then he sighed again. He rubbed the towel on his head, trying to dry his hair a bit more before he had taken a brush and began to brush out his mid-length white locks. He was sitting on the edge of the cot he had claimed while he did this, scarcely covered when she had suddenly popped back into the room. She was pretty fresh from the shower herself, and she apologized about her crassness earlier, only to prattle on about a notice board and the jobs that were posted. Spartacus let her speak, and he chuckled to her lightly as she even spoke about some gossip.

My "boss" hasn't come to me yet about what they are going to do with me, or if I'm free, but I don't think I'm ready to pick up another life before getting some sort of help first. he told her, shrugging lightly as he reached into his supply bag and searched around for a pack of cigarettes. He hadn't had them in long enough to have kicked the habit by now, but he did feel the urge to resume his habit. When he found the pack he held it up and motioned it to her. You mind if I smoke in here? he asked her, giving her the choice to let him smoke if she was a non-smoker or a smoker.

What about you? he asked her, wondering about her, more so than anything else that was going on right now. He needed some time, and he needed to find someone to trust, and she seemed to be hurting for someone to talk to, if he could understand basic emotion. He didn't want to assume that she was hurting as much as he was, but he wanted to extend an open hand if she needed one. How are you holding up? I would like to learn more about you, I think we both could use a friend right now. he told her, hoping that they both wouldn't be too on edge to offer up a piece of themselves to each other. We can make it a game if you want. he spoke with a sly smile as he leaned back on the cot and looked at her from afar, silently admiring her physique, and trying not to look too hungry.

It'd been a long time since he had been in the presence of a woman, and he did turn his gaze away from her after a moment, realizing that he was a gentleman and needed to act like one, of sorts.

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The idle conversation lulled briefly as she placed her belongings down, searching among the items on her cot for clothing to change into. She had been provided with basic fatigues, a mix of black and dark grey to signify that she was off-duty at this time. Spartacus as well seemed to be reluctant to jump back into work, although she could understand that, after being held captive and tortured at the hands of enemies, some amount of recovery was required. In her absence, he had opened up a pack of rations, the strange smell of re-hydrated food wafting towards her, while a tall can of a cold drink sweating in the warm room was just within reach. The same treats had not been provided for Shiro, who was rewarded no additional luxuries for completing the mission, and though she seemed to be satisfied with the water she had, felt a brief longing for a hot cup of coffee, and a sense of passing irritation for not having thought of grabbing one before returning to the room. It was for the best, however, for the sight of Spartacus' flesh scrubbed clean and soft fur laying in damp, darkened spikes, was enough to keep her at alert for the rest of the night. Tearing her attention away in a pathetic attempt to prevent herself from staring further, she scowled, looking out into the middle distance, before busying herself with sorting out her belongings. Though she would not be on active duty, she took care to select weapons to arm herself with, feeling more secure knowing that she at least had a knife close by, even if she did manage to doze off.

"How are you holding up?"

The unexpected question caught her off guard, and her grasp on the towel around her torso slipped, the water-logged material slipping dangerously down her body. What a strange question to be asked, she thought, as if the tiger had not been the one imprisoned for days, weeks, who knew how long exactly. "I should be asking you that." She managed to stammer, looking over her shoulder to see that the black-and-white swirled predator was leaning back on his bed, his towel barely stretching over the hardened curve of his thighs, his mismatched stare arresting. Her breath caught for a moment, eyes wide as they roamed over the rolling hills of the towel's fabric, up his taut stomach, mounting the concave hollow of his pale cheek, and landing back into the deep pools of his smoldering gaze. A warmth grew within, spreading out from her belly button, down between her legs, and up the length of her neck. Worried that her company might be able to see the sudden rise in body temperature, notice the subtle difference in her breathing, she turned her head, coughing awkwardly to clear her throat. Surely they were both too tired, to downtrodden to be influenced by carnal desires, she tried to convince herself as she hastily dressed, pulling on her panties and weapons first, before throwing on a shirt and addressing Spartacus once more, body twisting as she peered over her shoulder at him, a tuft of dark hair falling into her face.

The snow leopard was used to keeping her head down and getting the job done, so it seemed odd for anyone to ask about her, but she supposed there was no harm in indulging the newly recovered leader. "Well," She spoke slowly, drawing out an exhalation as she regarded the tiger carefully. "I'm Shiro Sakurai, I'm twenty-six years old, petty officer first class of the..." She continued to list her squadron, and other vague terms that identified her within the resistance. "I have an older sister, Yuna, and our eldest brother was not much older than I am now when he died a war hero." As she concluded, she briefly lifted a hand once again to rest over the tags that lay flat beneath the fabric of her shirt. It was impersonal information that she offered, yet she seemed at a loss for what to say, a perplexed look settling carefully over her features. Her whole life seemed to revolve around the resistance. Even before she was old enough to join, she knew it would be her destiny, and ever since, she toiled endlessly, working on assignments, trying to find purpose in the missions she did. "I've never really given much thought to who I am outside of this job... Dunno if I could turn it into a fun game." She admitted, raising a hand slowly to sheepishly rub at the back of her head, shirt lifting slightly over her midriff.

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Her rebuttal was met with a deep rumble that came from his chest, and a smile that lingered on his both pale and not lips. I compartmentalize to cope with my trauma, is what my psychologist told me once, I guess maybe that's why I'm so calm about all of this. I'm also just happy to have made it out alive. To have the luxury of having another meal, even if it is a shitty MRE for now. he told her with a shrug of his shoulders as he noticed her eyes on him too. He wouldn't have noticed her catching herself staring if she hadn't coughed about it, more than likely. Sparta realized that it was rude of him to continue to be just chilling there, naked, again within the same 24 hours they had met each other. Spartacus took his pants and slipped them back over himself and he laid back down on his back on the cot and put his hands behind his head. He listened to what she had started to speak about, giving him information on her past and who her family were.

Are you afraid you will follow in your brother's footsteps? he asked her, his mismatched eyes on her as he turned to lay on his side and his tail flicked tentatively behind him as it hung over the edge of the cot and brushed the floor. My family are not part of the rebellion, they were victims of the first Fallout. Cherish your sister. Hopefully we will be able to change this world for a peacetime soon. he told her, knowing that he truly would never be able to get away from the war until it was over. I ain't gonna bullshit you on how your brother would be proud of you right now, but your work is appreciated, Shiro. You should be promoted for your bravery on this last mission, and I'm sure that things will work out for you. he told her, knowing that he could likely pull some strings to see her be recognized for the powerful force she could be. He owed it to her, if anything.

The game is simple, you ask me a question, I answer, and then I ask you a question and you answer. he told her, chuckling at her "not knowing herself" as she claimed she had not. Maybe you can learn something about yourself. he told her with a cock of his brow as he tapped a pale finger to his temple. His hand held up his head as he looked over to her and her cot.

Here, I'll start. Just go ahead and ask me something. he told her, wondering what she might have had on her mind.

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