Ventilation System and Utility Room

As if on cue, while Lucius her temporary partner on this cooperative effort waited for Lady Busujima to show up, Tsubaki, clad in her agency attire, already snuck into the mansion from the back without alerting the minimal staff on hand. She didn't see the woman in question, Shiori, but that was excellent for Tsubaki's part. She didn't want to be seen at all. "Okay, just gotta shuffle my way through here..." She said softly to herself, Chiaki's curvy body filling out much of the dusty vent she was inching down. It was uncomfortable, humid, and claustrophobic but she wasn't taken in by fear or anxiety, as she found her situating thrilling and fun! Her job was to hack into the mansion's surveillance and computer systems while Lucius distracted Shiori Busujima. The suspicious woman was supposedly a part of a shadowy group the Vice Captain was quite adamant existed, known as 'Shadow Law', for at least a year now. The BPSA, the agency she was employed to, had no other choice but to infiltrate the manor this way as the technology of the manor was so well guarded, it required someone to manually connect to the mainframe- so it made Lucius a great distraction given how they didn't get approval by the General of Beijio or the Empress as their sources believed Shiori Busujima was going to be on the move again shortly, and given the sensitive nature of her... standing with the current politics. Shiori was one of the few Busujima still standing tall after their fall from grace as being a grand house five years ago...

Tsubaki popped the vent cover to the Utility room, the metal grating hitting the concrete floor with a metallic clanging, but she was certain no one would hear it over the louder thrumming of the servers and other utilities in the humid, 36 Centigrade room! "Phew, its hot in here!" Chiaki states, gripping the edges of the vent with her gloved hands, pulling her jiggly, athletic body from the tight squeeze. Her shiny, skin tight body suit made a squeaky sound as she slid her curvy derriere out, her body bending around the shaft, her jiggly ass slipping out with her long, shapely legs before they fell forward and hung. Tsubaki hangs there, arms above her head, her ponytail swaying against her back, black hair covered in cobwebs and dust as she eyes the large servers ahead of her a good ten feet down. "Hyyup!" She grunts, swaying her body, thick thighs together, the latex like consistency of her bodysuit squeaking as they rubbed against each other, her legs extending out before her before she dipped them back; causing her body to rock like a pendulum. "Hyaaah...!" She exhaled, letting go as her legs swung forwards again, her body flipping foot over head in a quick tumbling revolution, before she landed onto the concrete surface on one knee and flat palm. She lifted her head, her beautiful Beijionese face smirked, as she slowly rose up, running her hands through her hair clearing it of dust and webs while her swaying hips made their way over to the humming servers.

"Okay, which one of you lovelies are we gonna peek at first...?" Tsubaki cooed, taking out her knife to pry open one of the server panels, before sheathing it above her rounded rump and retrieving the palm pad handy hacking tool/computer, attaching the cables extending from it to the proper places on the machinery before her. All the while, the humid room and loud humming became white noise to her ears, her programs burrowing into the mansions highly encrypted software and security systems. "Just gotta find the right files..." she whispered to herself, her voice still lost to the white noise of the thunderously loud utility room. She had to think she was deep down in the manor, probably a sub basement, or the room was padded so no one could hear the machines running. It made her actions easier to cover up, but also made it easier for a worker or guard sneak up behind her... regardless, she was packing a modified Type-9 Silenced Pistol with her alongside her tanto combat knife, just in case. She didn't take any of her rifles with her, as she didn't think they'd be necessary given the nature of the current op, so she was careful if packing a tad lighter than usual...

A voice echoing along the ventilation ducts

“Look Busujima… I may be direct... Indeed… and your habits… a fine idea… Splendid even adding flair to business with all these agents of… Shadow… Law... circulating about…”

Kitten continued to compile the data downloading onto her device, the loud thrumming of the machines were a decent white noise to it all. However... oddly, the reverberating of voices began to echo into the room... over the otherwise loud machinery. She paused at this, looking around for the source of the sound, her free hand on the grip of her silenced pistol. I know it look bad if I get caught or kill someone, but its best to keep no witnesses... sounds like they're close. She thought, hooking the pad to her hip walking away from the server, the long tether still hooked into the server unraveling from her hip as she walked, keeping the connection secure.

Whilst walking about, she realizes that even if that was the case... it be impossible to hear someone over the machinery, so when she discovers the voices came from a nearby vent, she felt off about the voices. ....that can't be possible... what the hell? She thought, keeping the pad clipped to her hip. She raised a brow and listened. The line seemed choppy, but she heard some rather... interesting phrases, it felt almost too easy. Hmm... this feels off, I should wrap up here quick. She thought, staying close to the vent while returning her attention to the pad's screen, breaking through the firewalls and defenses and had a peek at the noble's files...

“Jinkies, go check the server room, wash the mansion's windows, be quick about it, we need to make the mansion cleaner to impress all of our guests.”

Shag stood in front of the server room door as he fiddled with the keys on his ring looking for the one labeled server room.

“Stupid chores, I’m not paid to housekeep.”

Repeatedly he looks through his ring of keys as he looks for the right one to the doors locking mechanism.

Funny enough... The Hazorians, Breland PD and BPSA were not the only ones interested in the goings on of Ms. Busujima... Raven was idle inside the ventilation shaft, about to dive into the servers as well, hoping to catch some security footage data or find anything of importance that may have been deleted in the past year, but had stopped when the beautiful operative snaked her way out of the vent. Left with nothing else to do but wait or reveal himself, he remained hidden in the shadows, and instead performed a short ranged hack of nearby surveillance cameras to occupy his time whilst also waiting for the woman to leave. He had a suspicion she was BPSA... but didn't want to risk being shot by her either. He'd switch through the cameras, glance up and see her working on something, before returning his gaze to his cameras... when the voices began. What was odd about it was it seemed to emanate within the shaft rather than from afar... the very shaft he was inside no wonder! He twitched his brow, annoyed by the loud voice. So.. loud...

Tsubaki Chiaki wrote:Kitten continued to compile the data downloading onto her device, the loud thrumming of the machines were a decent white noise to it all. However... oddly, the reverberating of voices began to echo into the room... over the otherwise loud machinery. She paused at this, looking around for the source of the sound, her free hand on the grip of her silenced pistol. I know it look bad if I get caught or kill someone, but its best to keep no witnesses... sounds like they're close. She thought, hooking the pad to her hip walking away from the server, the long tether still hooked into the server unraveling from her hip as she walked, keeping the connection secure.

Whilst walking about, she realizes that even if that was the case... it be impossible to hear someone over the machinery, so when she discovers the voices came from a nearby vent, she felt off about the voices. ....that can't be possible... what the hell? She thought, keeping the pad clipped to her hip. She raised a brow and listened. The line seemed choppy, but she heard some rather... interesting phrases, it felt almost too easy. Hmm... this feels off, I should wrap up here quick. She thought, staying close to the vent while returning her attention to the pad's screen, breaking through the firewalls and defenses and had a peek at the noble's files...

The woman, was now before him! He remained still as she glanced within, right at him without notice of him being there. She was... actually quite pretty. Beijio gals were known for their natural beauty, but her intense glare made him feel a little worried that she may be instead pretending not to see him... but she seemed suspicious of the voices too it seemed, from her reaction. He sighed gently, and realized if she couldn't hear him, then it was definitely sketchy that she could hear the voice of the man behind him further within past all that racket in the server room. Averting his crimson gaze from her own, he checked on the camera's again... and was glad he did.

Crisis Rocan wrote:“Jinkies, go check the server room, wash the mansion's windows, be quick about it, we need to make the mansion cleaner to impress all of our guests.”

Shag stood in front of the server room door as he fiddled with the keys on his ring looking for the one labeled server room.

“Stupid chores, I’m not paid to housekeep.”

Repeatedly he looks through his ring of keys as he looks for the right one to the doors locking mechanism.

He glanced back to the woman, who was oblivious of the situation! He thought about his mission, his duty... and then what would happen if this woman were to get caught. She could be BPSA, probably most certainly was, but she could also be a freelancer, a mercenary, and why would he care if she got caught anyway? He had his own mission for his own nation's interests... even if they were allies technically. He didn't have much time, glancing back to her, seeing the back of her head while his other eye could see the servant rummaging through his key ring to open the door...!

Without thinking, he slid his slender body down, reached out swiftly, cupping her mouth with his left hand and wrapped his right arm under her arms, around her upper torso with his forearm resting beneath her generous bust. He spoke gently and quietly into her ear, hoping her reflexes wouldn't kick in and then kick his ass! "I'm with the ADN, you need to unplug now! One of the servants are entering the room!" His voice was calm, authoritative, but held concern. However, he realized he didn't have time for her to react negatively or positively. "Sorry, out of time!" He grunts, and inspite of her nubile frame and his slender one, he manages to pull the woman by one arm head first into the duct! He yanked both her and himself, down into the shaft, her upper body devoured by the darkness of the shaft as her hips swished and legs kicked viciously in protest and alarm! He loomed over her face once she ass deep in the vent, a finger to his lips.



"You need to be quiet." He says this, his left hand still over her mouth while his other hand gripped the belt around her waist and pulled her inside! The pad's cable link she established yanked away, recoiling back to her hip and soon the pair would find themselves... stuffed and intimately squished against one another in the tight confines! Still, her boots were hanging out of the vent, which would be bad! "S-sorry..." he grunted, straining as he felt her chest against his stomach, his face squeezed between her thighs. It was a horrible first impression and meeting, but they would have to sort that out when they were in a position to argue! He reached for her boots, fingers slipping at the ankles. "Stop...squirming... and help....!" He strained, trying not to raise his voice too high. Now he found himself in yet another awkward situation- aside the obvious. If they were caught, together... it be bad news. Maybe I should have let her get caught...? No, couldn't do that... it be against my moral fiber. He thought, and continued to try his damn best to get the woman fully into the vent with him!

Grim Honourwood wrote:Funny enough... The Hazorians, Breland PD and BPSA were not the only ones interested in the goings on of Ms. Busujima... Raven was idle inside the ventilation shaft, about to dive into the servers as well, hoping to catch some security footage data or find anything of importance that may have been deleted in the past year, but had stopped when the beautiful operative snaked her way out of the vent. Left with nothing else to do but wait or reveal himself, he remained hidden in the shadows, and instead performed a short ranged hack of nearby surveillance cameras to occupy his time whilst also waiting for the woman to leave. He had a suspicion she was BPSA... but didn't want to risk being shot by her either. He'd switch through the cameras, glance up and see her working on something, before returning his gaze to his cameras... when the voices began. What was odd about it was it seemed to emanate within the shaft rather than from afar... the very shaft he was inside no wonder! He twitched his brow, annoyed by the loud voice. So.. loud...

Tsubaki Chiaki wrote:Kitten continued to compile the data downloading onto her device, the loud thrumming of the machines were a decent white noise to it all. However... oddly, the reverberating of voices began to echo into the room... over the otherwise loud machinery. She paused at this, looking around for the source of the sound, her free hand on the grip of her silenced pistol. I know it look bad if I get caught or kill someone, but its best to keep no witnesses... sounds like they're close. She thought, hooking the pad to her hip walking away from the server, the long tether still hooked into the server unraveling from her hip as she walked, keeping the connection secure.

Whilst walking about, she realizes that even if that was the case... it be impossible to hear someone over the machinery, so when she discovers the voices came from a nearby vent, she felt off about the voices. ....that can't be possible... what the hell? She thought, keeping the pad clipped to her hip. She raised a brow and listened. The line seemed choppy, but she heard some rather... interesting phrases, it felt almost too easy. Hmm... this feels off, I should wrap up here quick. She thought, staying close to the vent while returning her attention to the pad's screen, breaking through the firewalls and defenses and had a peek at the noble's files...

The woman, was now before him! He remained still as she glanced within, right at him without notice of him being there. She was... actually quite pretty. Beijio gals were known for their natural beauty, but her intense glare made him feel a little worried that she may be instead pretending not to see him... but she seemed suspicious of the voices too it seemed, from her reaction. He sighed gently, and realized if she couldn't hear him, then it was definitely sketchy that she could hear the voice of the man behind him further within past all that racket in the server room. Averting his crimson gaze from her own, he checked on the camera's again... and was glad he did.

Crisis Rocan wrote:“Jinkies, go check the server room, wash the mansion's windows, be quick about it, we need to make the mansion cleaner to impress all of our guests.”

Shag stood in front of the server room door as he fiddled with the keys on his ring looking for the one labeled server room.

“Stupid chores, I’m not paid to housekeep.”

Repeatedly he looks through his ring of keys as he looks for the right one to the doors locking mechanism.

He glanced back to the woman, who was oblivious of the situation! He thought about his mission, his duty... and then what would happen if this woman were to get caught. She could be BPSA, probably most certainly was, but she could also be a freelancer, a mercenary, and why would he care if she got caught anyway? He had his own mission for his own nation's interests... even if they were allies technically. He didn't have much time, glancing back to her, seeing the back of her head while his other eye could see the servant rummaging through his key ring to open the door...!

Without thinking, he slid his slender body down, reached out swiftly, cupping her mouth with his left hand and wrapped his right arm under her arms, around her upper torso with his forearm resting beneath her generous bust. He spoke gently and quietly into her ear, hoping her reflexes wouldn't kick in and then kick his ass! "I'm with the ADN, you need to unplug now! One of the servants are entering the room!" His voice was calm, authoritative, but held concern. However, he realized he didn't have time for her to react negatively or positively. "Sorry, out of time!" He grunts, and inspite of her nubile frame and his slender one, he manages to pull the woman by one arm head first into the duct! He yanked both her and himself, down into the shaft, her upper body devoured by the darkness of the shaft as her hips swished and legs kicked viciously in protest and alarm! He loomed over her face once she ass deep in the vent, a finger to his lips.



"You need to be quiet." He says this, his left hand still over her mouth while his other hand gripped the belt around her waist and pulled her inside! The pad's cable link she established yanked away, recoiling back to her hip and soon the pair would find themselves... stuffed and intimately squished against one another in the tight confines! Still, her boots were hanging out of the vent, which would be bad! "S-sorry..." he grunted, straining as he felt her chest against his stomach, his face squeezed between her thighs. It was a horrible first impression and meeting, but they would have to sort that out when they were in a position to argue! He reached for her boots, fingers slipping at the ankles. "Stop...squirming... and help....!" He strained, trying not to raise his voice too high. Now he found himself in yet another awkward situation- aside the obvious. If they were caught, together... it be bad news. Maybe I should have let her get caught...? No, couldn't do that... it be against my moral fiber. He thought, and continued to try his damn best to get the woman fully into the vent with him!

The agent was still rummaging through the data, sifting through Shiori's files both private and hidden, aside from some... interesting porn so far, she hadn't found much yet. C'mon... where's the security footage, business records...? She thought, still listening to the voices echoing from the vent. She was genuinely surprised, given the sound of the machines in this stuffy room, her attention on the data, and her ears training in on the voices that cut through the white noise like a beacon- when the hand and arm shot out and around her! She dropped her pad, gripping the hand which covered her mouth, while the other reached for her gun- when she blushed at how tightly his arm was against her chest! Wh-what the?! Who the hell is this guy?! She thought, her muffled cry of surprise going unnoticed when she hears this new man's voice whisper into her ear. He sounded young, but serious... as he warns her about the oncoming arrival of a servant! "Ey Dhee, EHn...?" her muffled voice repeated, her large brown gaze trying to catch a glimpse, only to instead see dark brown hair, slightly tanned skin. He didn't elaborate, nor give her much a chance to do anything, as he soon, surprisingly, yanked her head first into the vent with him! What the hell is he doing?! She mentally cried, swinging her body in high protest, her data pad bouncing against her right thigh, the wires yanking from the server before she had time to compile her data recoiling back into their holster as he pulled her in by her torso! She bumped her elbows hard against the interior of the vent, her mouth still covered by his hand... when he leaned over her face. His youthful face giving the impression that he wasn't much older than herself... maybe the same age?

"You need to be quiet." He told her, which made her furrow her brows and scowl under his hand. He looked weak, too slender that she actually thought she may had been wrong in her estimate of his age, thinking he was perhaps 12 or 13 before he then pulled her in by her belt! "What are you-ack, aaahh!" She gasped, her curvy frame filling out the vent... and he was now wedged between her thighs, her bosom flattened against his stomach, and her face was also between his thighs!! Blushing at the realization that would soon occur should she not intervene, she swatted him hard! "Squirming?! You stop it, I'm not being trapped in this vent in this compromising position!" She gasped, leaning up, banging her head hard, wincing, as she reached out and grabbed his shoulder rigging! "Get your face out of there!" She blushed as she pulled, and her boots pedaled outside the vent, but by pulling his slender body back, he managed to pull her legs inside! His body shifting, sliding around, was now...



She blushed. His lips were upon her own, and her breasts were flat against his chest, his legs wrapped around her waist, her body pinning his to the ceiling of the really... really cramped vent. Her large eyes blinked as the pair continued to have their accidental kiss... not like she couldn't as her head was aching and had little room to shift side to side. To make things all the more awkward... his right hand was now on her left, spongy breast.... pinned there. Each subtle nuance she could feel, his heart beat, his body heat... oh Gods damn this heat! The vent was an oven compared to the room she was in! Sure it was hot and humid in there, but this was a heat vent she assumed, as it felt even warmer in here and this guy kissing and groping her unintentionally didn't help!! "Mmmph...!" She tried, muffled, blushing as her large brown eyes met with his... red eyes? They were slightly glowing too... a vampire? No, but... they were unique. "Mmph..." She again moaned into his mouth, her arms... awkwardly pinned behind his back with her right hand on his.... ass. She blushed as she squeezed his glute with that realization and looked away with lidded eyes, blushing furiously...



....at least we're quiet now. She thought.

Well... this got more awkward. He thought, blushing after managing to finally pull the curvaceous agent into the vent, his thin frame pulled into a different position as he was now face to face with the spy again... and well, she had a pleasant scent and he could go into detail about how her warm silky lips upon his felt or the sensation of soft flesh under his right hand that was pinned between them, unintentionally groping her as they tried to shake one another's lips away! Or how he straddled her hips in this awkward, constricting manner... they were blushing, he less so as he pictured more embarrassing or awkward situations to be in, and mostly felt bad that he was... well, in his current position unintentionally. He hurt his head as he tried to peel his lips away, her large... springy chest also made it hard to move without making her moan... and he just felt her grope his butt. Yup. Yup. Fair was fair. He blushed though, being right up against her curvy body, her soft yet developed body... she could likely feel his. Though slender, he was actually very fit. It was a weird sight to be had, but he was highly athletic and toned under his body suit and her flexing movements made her stomach rub against his hardened chest, his six pack and their crotches were brushing up against one another...!

"Mmmph!" His voice, muffled by her lips answered back, his face flustered. He had to turn his mind off from this beautiful Beijionese girl or he'll be turned on and things would get even more awkward than they needed to! He then wondered if she out ranked him?! He could be courtmartialed, sentenced! He could break the bonds between BPSA (he assumed) and the ADN... all over this stupid mess in the damn vent! He slid his left arm up, wanting maneuvering around the woman's head and shoulders, trying to guide their pinned bodies to lay in a more... side by side manner, than top and bottom... He looked into her eyes with innocent, pleading eyes. She's gonna castrate me... Oh Gods, if she's a noble I'll be just dead. Yep. I don't recall the death penalty out here involving nobles, was it being fed to a monster or being drawn and quartered with a life spell applied to me to keep me alive till I saw my man bits stuffed into my face? I can't rightly recall... He thought, pessimistically, hoping this woman would forgive him once they got out of this mess. Their bodies shifting slowly, her large breasts flattening against his hidden, chiseled frame, lips still touching, but slowly peeled away...

Grim Honourwood wrote:Well... this got more awkward. He thought, blushing after managing to finally pull the curvaceous agent into the vent, his thin frame pulled into a different position as he was now face to face with the spy again... and well, she had a pleasant scent and he could go into detail about how her warm silky lips upon his felt or the sensation of soft flesh under his right hand that was pinned between them, unintentionally groping her as they tried to shake one another's lips away! Or how he straddled her hips in this awkward, constricting manner... they were blushing, he less so as he pictured more embarrassing or awkward situations to be in, and mostly felt bad that he was... well, in his current position unintentionally. He hurt his head as he tried to peel his lips away, her large... springy chest also made it hard to move without making her moan... and he just felt her grope his butt. Yup. Yup. Fair was fair. He blushed though, being right up against her curvy body, her soft yet developed body... she could likely feel his. Though slender, he was actually very fit. It was a weird sight to be had, but he was highly athletic and toned under his body suit and her flexing movements made her stomach rub against his hardened chest, his six pack and their crotches were brushing up against one another...!

"Mmmph!" His voice, muffled by her lips answered back, his face flustered. He had to turn his mind off from this beautiful Beijionese girl or he'll be turned on and things would get even more awkward than they needed to! He then wondered if she out ranked him?! He could be courtmartialed, sentenced! He could break the bonds between BPSA (he assumed) and the ADN... all over this stupid mess in the damn vent! He slid his left arm up, wanting maneuvering around the woman's head and shoulders, trying to guide their pinned bodies to lay in a more... side by side manner, than top and bottom... He looked into her eyes with innocent, pleading eyes. She's gonna castrate me... Oh Gods, if she's a noble I'll be just dead. Yep. I don't recall the death penalty out here involving nobles, was it being fed to a monster or being drawn and quartered with a life spell applied to me to keep me alive till I saw my man bits stuffed into my face? I can't rightly recall... He thought, pessimistically, hoping this woman would forgive him once they got out of this mess. Their bodies shifting slowly, her large breasts flattening against his hidden, chiseled frame, lips still touching, but slowly peeled away...

While the young man was getting more worried about how she must have felt about him right now, or if he was going to be severely punished in the Beijionese customs, or if she outranked him... she simply felt her heart flutter in her chest. He's ADN...? Hm. What unit I wonder... She pondered, batting her long lashes. To be honest... she was somewhat turned on by this situation, though embarrassing as it were. I don't see any rings. Is he single? ...is he even legal? Her eyes widened a little at that. He had a cute, boyish look to him... but did he just look young or was he younger than her? She couldn't tell really from his appearance given she only seen him from the waist up... but boy, she could feel him pressing against her from the waist down. She batted her heavy lidded eyes, blushing deeply as she silently looked to the side, their lips still pressed against one another. She couldn't blame him for... being a little... you know... with her below him, who wouldn't be? He wasn't taking advantage of it, that made a difference! Still... She glanced back with wavering eyes. ...maybe its this heat, but I'm getting really thirsty. She thought, almost instinctively licked her lips... but ended up licking his. She blushed a deeper crimson, but he didn't seem to notice, her heart beat hard in her chest. He didn't notice? Huh... She mentally frowned, closing her eyes and moaning as he began shifting his body. She was of noble rank to his dismay, her family having served the Beijiosaki Clan since the Chiaki Clan broke off ties from the Kamura, or so her grandmother said. She however, was raised on Azula for the majority of her life. Tsubaki didn't know much of her own people's culture than he, which was sad but she didn't cry about it. Even so, she wouldn't penalize this cute boy or man from pecking her lips and rubbing his rather manly body against her own... she swore she could feel the taut muscle of his chest under his outfit and her own!

She forgot her reason for being here since this awkward make out session began, her heart racing, body heating up and a gentle smile forming against his lips as she... 'accidentally' licked his lips again and felt his tongue! She looked at him with heavy lidded eyes at that... his lips were warm and tasty to her, and her wavering brown eyes alight with a fire as his arm slipped around her head. He didn't react to my kiss again? Hmm... Oh Gods, I hope he's into doughnuts over hotdogs or this would be very... very awkward...! I-I should stop trying to kiss him intentionally-what am I saying?! Her mental conflict plus his arm around her head made her snap as she gripped him tightly, her tongue still upon his lower lip before the pair gently shifted to being side by side with her body still taking up most of the room between them. Their lips peeled away, a single thread of saliva bridged between their lips which stretched then broke between them.

She stared at him with her large brown eyes, her lashes fluttering and her face as crimson red as his eyes.



"...Hey." She whispered, still flustered, but keeping a somewhat serious expression. "Sorry about that...but, who are we hiding from again?" She asked, keeping her voice low as the voices they both heard speaking about shadow law resumed mysteriously again... considering it was nearly impossible to hear their own whispers with all the loud machinery going on masking their voices.

"Oh zoinks I'm such an idiot there is no key, its a biomediric umm err thingy. Dumby."

Without wasting any further time Shag puts his hand to the door and it opens for hi to enter. Looking about he shakes his head as he surveys the room. Flicking a switch on the wall next to him the rooms goes quiet. Deathly quiet except for the echoing voices of Bilse Svine and Shiori Busujima coming from the ventilation system.

"Oh that's much better, no wonder the butler was so uptight about me coming here. The fans were off, and it was over working the servers. Should stay nice and quiet now, once they cool off some more."

"...In the Meantime?"


"Ugh I hate how it funnels all the kitchens noise into here. Although it was fun to learn that the head maid was sleeping with the butler from their secret little tete-a-tete hehe... oh Zoinks I have to get to the parkinglot or Madam Busujima is going to skin me alive for not taking care of the guest vehicles oh zoinksy zoinks.!"

Shag spun around and darted back out the door not even bothering to make sure it closed behind him.

Tsubaki Chiaki wrote:

She stared at him with her large brown eyes, her lashes fluttering and her face as crimson red as his eyes.



"...Hey." She whispered, still flustered, but keeping a somewhat serious expression. "Sorry about that...but, who are we hiding from again?" She asked, keeping her voice low as the voices they both heard speaking about shadow law resumed mysteriously again... considering it was nearly impossible to hear their own whispers with all the loud machinery going on masking their voices.

There were moments where the agent felt a little... confused by this woman's actions, but being so lost in his own perilous thoughts, he tried to think back to the man whom he shared his namesake with, his mentor, Master Valentine. He would try to shrug off the worries till the mission was complete... that and brood in the corner reliving the memories of his former life. He thought, sighing. He didn't think the memory reflection would help well in this case... not entirely as glimpses of Jessie Crest crossed his mind. Sometimes it was best not to... get close.

She finally spoke, and that is when almost on cue:

Crisis Rocan wrote:"Oh zoinks I'm such an idiot there is no key, its a biomediric umm err thingy.  Dumby."

Without wasting any further time Shag puts his hand to the door and it opens for hi to enter.  Looking about he shakes his head as he surveys the room.  Flicking a switch on the wall next to him the rooms goes quiet.  Deathly quiet except for the echoing voices of Bilse Svine and Shiori Busujima coming from the ventilation system.

"Oh that's much better, no wonder the butler was so uptight about me coming here.  The fans were off, and it was over working the servers.  Should stay nice and quiet now, once they cool off some more."  

"...In the Meantime?"

"Ugh I hate how it funnels all the kitchens noise into here.  Although it was fun to learn that the head maid was sleeping with the butler from their secret little tete-a-tete hehe... oh Zoinks I have to get to the parkinglot or Madam Busujima is going to skin me alive for not taking care of the guest vehicles oh zoinksy zoinks.!"

Shag spun around and darted back out the door not even bothering to make sure it closed behind him.

Despite that was not how sound worked unless this vent was directly connected to the kitchen by a few feet or else he'd have to assume the kitchen would be noisy as hell... which he assumed not or the true manner of the disappearances would be an influx of kitchen staff quitting their jobs, the young man figured it was best to pull out of the shaft while they could. "That..." he whispered upon the man leaving, observing him leave via the camera via a means she couldn't see... that being his optical eye. "Okay... he's gone... gonna slip out first." He says gently, shuffling his slender body downwards, trying to slip by the woman with as little awkwardness as possible.

Grim Honourwood wrote:

Crisis Rocan wrote:"Oh zoinks I'm such an idiot there is no key, its a biomediric umm err thingy.  Dumby."

Without wasting any further time Shag puts his hand to the door and it opens for hi to enter.  Looking about he shakes his head as he surveys the room.  Flicking a switch on the wall next to him the rooms goes quiet.  Deathly quiet except for the echoing voices of Bilse Svine and Shiori Busujima coming from the ventilation system.

"Oh that's much better, no wonder the butler was so uptight about me coming here.  The fans were off, and it was over working the servers.  Should stay nice and quiet now, once they cool off some more."  

"...In the Meantime?"

"Ugh I hate how it funnels all the kitchens noise into here.  Although it was fun to learn that the head maid was sleeping with the butler from their secret little tete-a-tete hehe... oh Zoinks I have to get to the parkinglot or Madam Busujima is going to skin me alive for not taking care of the guest vehicles oh zoinksy zoinks.!"

Shag spun around and darted back out the door not even bothering to make sure it closed behind him.

Despite that was not how sound worked unless this vent was directly connected to the kitchen by a few feet or else he'd have to assume the kitchen would be noisy as hell... which he assumed not or the true manner of the disappearances would be an influx of kitchen staff quitting their jobs, the young man figured it was best to pull out of the shaft while they could. "That..." he whispered upon the man leaving, observing him leave via the camera via a means she couldn't see... that being his optical eye. "Okay... he's gone... gonna slip out first." He says gently, shuffling his slender body downwards, trying to slip by the woman with as little awkwardness as possible.

The stranger butler's voice after the power was turned off to the room, the droning servers and machines turning off... Wait... did the system just turn itself off?! I'll have to get everything booted up again and restart everything from scratch!! Fucking hell! She thought, yet contained her anger for now.

Though the sound of his voice and footsteps were fainter, she turned to the 'ADN agent' and raised a brow. "How do you know he's gone?" She asked quietly, but he was already on the move. She watched the slender man slide his way down, trying to avoid her body, before his face was against her crotch...

She blushed, holding her mouth as her thighs instinctively squeezed around his head!! "W-wah... are you doing?!" She harshly gasped, her voice muffled as to not let her voice travel down the vent in case sound was truly fucked up in this house of madness. She felt her heart beat rising, and she squirmed gently as she felt his mouth rubbing against her taut skin tight suit!! "MMmmppph...!" she bit her lip, face a shade of deep red...

The young man's neck pinched by her thighs, his eyes shut tight as his face was pressed against her. "Ouch... Can you please... let go of my neck...?" His voice muffled against her. All the while, the voices from the kitchen seemed to still echo around them. He tapped on her thighs with his hand, trying to get her attention, his mouth against her... He blushed. C'mon... why... why does this keep happening?!