Private Eastern Brisshal Gunnin for Gold

[Brutus Dahlgren]

Brutus would accept that she wanted to change the topic. After all, they had only just met. Still, he would pause for a moment as she rose from the water, slicking her hair behind her, squinting at the woman.

"What?" He would ask, confused by her statement. "This world does have mirrors, what are you talking about? Why wouldn't they?" The mere notion confused the actual shit out of him. Why wouldn't there be mirrors? They had that shit back in ye old medieval days, big ole planes of polished silver and shit.

"Have...have you gone this entire game without looking at your reflection? Because it's in the water...I'm sure if we went back to Honeyhome I could hunt you a mirror down."

The idea genuinely distressed him slightly, was this woman truly such a ditz that she'd gone her entire playthrough without seeing a mirror baffled him beyond belief.

@Ilya

 

[Ilya]

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lion's pride...

Ilya's face was just continuously red at this point, the reason behind this time was the fact that she had snorted in between laughs at what Brutus said. "I meant on the user interface dummy." She welcomed the change of mood with a light heart.

She would enjoy seeing what she looked like, and peering down at the water... She didn't see a reflection. "I can't see what I look liiiike." She huffed, looking at Brutus. Giving him a look that made it seem like she wanted to solve this situation. "Uggghhhhhhhhhh." She threw up her hands, playfully dropping them hard enough to splash Brutus, but not hard enough that he would notice it was intentional.

Gods, now he probably thinks your a ditz... BUT WHAT IF I DON'T LOOK CUTE RIGHT NOW. There were more important things on whether or not Brutus thought she was a ditz. For instance, what if her hair looked crazy whack, or her red face had caused wrinkles or acne to suddenly break out? What if she had a super dark hair on her upper lip, if she couldn't see... THEN THE HORRORS. She couldn't let Brutus see her like that?! She covered her face with her hands, taking extra care to make sure her upper lip was covered.

@Brutus Dahlgren

"Talking!"
Thoughts....

 

[Brutus Dahlgren]

Brutus would roll his eyes, standing up and wading over to her, grabbing her hands and gently pulling them away from her face. She was the self conscious type it would seem, obsessed with her appearance. "You look fine, more than fine actually here." He would guide her over to the edge of the pool where he would pull out his canon, letting it land on the ground with a loud thunk.

He would casually splash it with some water, then pull out a rag from his inventory and polish it to a nice silvered sheen where they could both see their reflections in it. "See?" He asked raising an eyebrow. She could see herself alright, but she could also see the giant half poking out of the water, his muscles glistening in the evening sun as he pointed to the reflection.

"For a pop star you sure have a lot of confidence issues." He would raise an eyebrow and turn to her. "Which is wild for a woman who ran up to me and declared we were best friends out of nowhere. You need to remember to breath. I'm not some big plant monster or a giant frog trying to vore you, I'm your buddy. I'm not gonna go judging you unless you say something super off color, or if you pronounce it Jif insted of Gif."

@Ilya

 

[Ilya]

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lion's pride...

It was the classic, typical cliché move. The one where the guy grabs your hands and pulls them away and then compliments you and says you're beautiful. Only in the Rom-Coms it leads to the point where the guy ends up kissing the girl, or they ride off into the sunset. Reality was much harsher, yet also more satisfying.

Cannon set up as a mirror, Ilya was ushered to the reflection. Her eyes staring at Bru's muscles, her mouth a little bit too wide to pass off as just breathing. (JAW DROP). It wouldn't surprise Ilya if Bru was popular here in Terrasphere. Although everyone could make their characters however they wished, and there were plenty of hot guys around. There was a certain charm to a giant muscular man slash hero-type. It was the guy you would imagine as the knight in shining armor. "Just before anything else, I don't actually care about how I look..." As if to contradict that statement she peered into the reflection. Face isn't that bad, no wrinkles... No weird acne spots... No massive black hair. Perfect... She inspected the braids, although she had dunked her head under the water, they still sat there perfectly on her head. She grinned widely, "These braids are perfect, thank you."

Then the matter of her confidence was brought up, "Hey Bru... You're no monster, and we've already spent the whole day together. I do pronounce it gif, and what if I started randomly blurting out purple. Would you still not judge?" Ilya rolled her eyes, " It's not really confidence issues per say But... Any woman would be self-conscious after a guy sees her naked." There she went, she did it... She blurted out her thoughts without getting more flushed. Ilya gave herself a mental pat on the back. She could be mature... If she really tried.

@Brutus Dahlgren

"Talking!"
Thoughts....

 

[Brutus Dahlgren]

He would roll his eyes. "Of course the braids are perfect, I've been doing them for like, 20ish years." He would chuckle, patting her head lightly. He would watch her peer at herself for a while immediately contradicting herself as she spoke about not caring about how she looked. "If you had looked bad I would have told you." He stated matter of factly. "It's like, rule number one of the gay best friend code, don't you know? If your bestie looks garb" he would adopt a rather flamboyant tone, "You have to tell her." He'd gently splash her with some of the water and give her a shit eating grin as he wandered back to his spot where he'd been sitting.

Then she would give her little speech and he would sigh. "Are you still hung up that I didn't get all super flustered about seeing you naked?" He cocked his head to the side. "Because I'll have you know you're the prettiest woman I've seen naked if that helps you at all. And counterpoint, you've clearly seen my dick so by that logic should I be over here being super self conscious as well? Don't even get me started on you ogling my pecs." He would waggle an eyebrow at her. "Do you wanna go ahead and touch em and get your fixation out of the way?"

@Ilya

 

[Ilya]

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lion's pride...

Ilya mimicked Bru's eye roll when he brought up the gay bestie code. "Oho, I've always wanted a gay best friend." She went along with him, teasing him back. Getting splashed she laughed, "Seems like you're just fishing for a round two of getting your ass beat in a pool fight." She waggled her eyebrows back, still mimicking him as she took a seat in her previous position as well. Or rather... Stood. She was too short to sit and not drown.

Ilya glanced sideways at her friend, "I'm not hung up on anything. I'm completely calm and collected.." She nodded her head up and down pretty vigorously before he continued talking. Adult talk, Ilya turned her face away to hide it. Why was it that whenever any type of adult-like or anything sexual related came up she would get so embarrassed and shy? Her face turned back to Bru, seven emotions flashing across her face before she settled on curiosity. "I have no been eyeing and ogling your pecs! Nor your arms! Nor your back! Nor you at all!" She crossed her arms in defiance until he made his last comment.

Not even saying a word she merely put her hand on his pecs. She could feel the muscle she had been not-so-secretly eyeing, only it didn't last long. Grabbing his nipple lightly and giving him the ULTIMATE MOVE! NIPPLE TWIST. "You gave me the opportunity! I had to take it!" She laughed, letting go of it and dropping her hands back to her sides ready for whatever Bru would throw at her.

@Brutus Dahlgren

"Talking!"
Thoughts....

 

[Brutus Dahlgren]

"The lady doth protest too m-" he would stop as the woman placed her hands on his pecks. Ah yes, there it was, the last thing he needed to break the I-

"Ah!" He yelped as she reached right for his nipple and gave him a twist. "Mother fuc-" He hissed, grabbing the woman by the arm. "Really? That's the game you want to play. Fine." He shot her a devilish grin as he slung her arm over his shoulder and hoisted her out of the water and over his head. He would take several slow, methodical steps towards the waterfall where the hot water flowed over to the mud. The woman could wriggle and writhe as much as she wanted, no amount of kicking or screaming would break her free of his ironclad grasp.

"I was trying to be nice and help you get over your aversion to my sculpted form, but if you're gonna play dirty" He gave her a heft toss, easily throwing the woman clear of the hotspring and sending her tumbling through the air.

"You're gonna get dirty."

@Ilya

 

[Ilya]

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lion's pride...

In an instant she was scooped up and strung atop Brutus' shoulder. Her ass in the air, and her tail flashing back and forth. Her feet began to kick and her fists pounded Brutus' back in protest. "Let me go! You! You! LITTLE! GAHHH!" She kept pounding but to no avail, her body being tossed but not before Brutus made another comment. "I was not looking at your absolutely attractive sculpted f--" Her back landing with a satisfying (for Brutus at least) "slurp" and "thunck" on the muddy surface. Her body sinking in to the mud as her sentence was cut abruptly. She struggled to the surface, loosing her towel in the process.

"Oho! You're gonna get it now Bru!" She spit out a mouthful of mud as she waded closer to the edge, grabbing onto the edge. She used it as momentum to launch herself in the air, now just a few feet in front of Bru. Her body naked, but covered by the mud that clung to her body.

"Ima beat your ass again!" She ran at Bru and grabbed ahold of his arm, pulling it in close to her chest as she attempted to drag him towards the mud.

@Brutus Dahlgren

"Talking!"
Thoughts....

 

[Brutus Dahlgren]

"You're not helping yourself at all with the way you talk." The giant would muse aloud, leaning on the stone as she would pull herself from the mud. Now that was a sight, like a girls gone wild video the woman would stomp over to him wearing nothing but a scowl and a thick layer of mud.

"Am I?" He asked, cocking his head to the side. She would fast walk to him, stomping all angry like as she was hellbent on picking a fight. He would raise an eyebrow as she began to tightrope across the water feature, nimbly and lithely darting from rock to rock, making her way towards him. When she finally arrived at his location, she would snatch at his well muscled arm and tug on it like that was going to do anything besides press is muscular forearm between her plump chest.

"Are you?" He would ask smugly as he swiftly shot his other arm up, grabbed her hip, and pushed her over the edge. Using the slickness of the mud he would yank his arm out of her grasp and watch as she tumbled back into the mad, waggling his fingers in a tootles motion.

"You lost your towel by the way babe." He would call out to her as she rose again. "Don't know if you were trying to give me a show or didn't notice."

@Ilya

 

[Ilya]

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lion's pride...

Brutus wouldn't budge, her efforts had been wasted in vain. Curses... He's at an advantage... Once again, he got her in the mud pool. Only this time, he had pushed her and she had fully stumbled backwards. Her vision getting once again flooded with specks of mud before she closed her eyes. Mud flooding her vision, she resurfaced and made the same repetitive notion of wiping her face and spitting out mud.

"You lost your towel by the way babe. Don't know if you were trying to give me a show or didn't notice." Ilya turned bright red, and began to stumble around in the mud to try and find her towel with her foot... It was no use, "I obviously lost it dummy." She puffed up her tail as it lay on the surface of the mud, "You shouldn't be looking at me like that anyways.... I think..... So! Just... Ahhhh" She lowered her shoulders back under the mud, resting her chin on the surface as she collected herself. If she had continued, she would have stayed as bright red as her stomach. Once she felt collected enough she was ready to demolish Brutus and beat up his knico-knico-kneecaps.

"Now you're asking for it...." This time she would go to the edge and sit on the ledge. Scooping a shit ton of mud in her arms, it dripping from all parts. Ilya gracefully made her way back to Brutus, being very careful to keep as much mud as she could. Once she arrived she was still a few feet away so he couldn't alter her efforts. She took her body and angled it downwards. With a large thrust of her arms, the mud launched towards Brutus' face.

@Brutus Dahlgren

"Talking!"
Thoughts....

 

[Brutus Dahlgren]

The giant would watch her as she grew more and more flustered. He could only imagine she was growing more and more red in the face with her additional failure. He would watch with a mixture of amusement, pity, and intrigue as she once again climbed from the mud pool, this time gathering a large armful of the muck and murk as she began waddling back, spilling it all over the place.

Really?

He would watch as she struggled to drag the muck and murk to him, clearly with a plan in mind. "I shouldn't look at you like what?" He would waggle his eyebrows. "Like I'm appreciating a work of art? Because you've been treating me like Michelangelo's David since you decided to peep on me in the shower."

He would watch as she trudged herself over to him, repeating the same process as she hopped from rock to rock, hovering over him. He raised an eyebrow at her, and then she went of her way to fling the mud at him. He would simply duck down into the water, watching as the muck hit the water and dispersed into a cloud of sediment. He would kick off the wall and float backwards, losing his towel in the process and surface a couple feet away.

"What did you think was going to happen?"

@Ilya

 

[Ilya]

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lion's pride...

Gods it was harder than she had thought, carrying a huge thing of mud. Thennnnnn of course Bru made her turn red again. At this point I don't even need to write it in, just imagine her always flushed whenever Bru makes any sort of comment. "Y- You Dummy!" When her plan to dunk him with mud didn't go according to plan.... Ilya would instantly come up with a new one. He was now more of a distance away, she couldn't try and dump mud on his head again. Plus, it wouldn't work....

No, no... This time, she had a great plan. Ilya began to calculate her distance between herself and Brutus. About two meters away, hanging just above the surface... If I mode at a velocity of... Kick off.... Grab midair... GOT IT! Her eyes lit up with her new idea, her body instantly following her calculations.

Ilya kicked off of the edge of the hot spring pool, launching her body into the air. Doing a little twist she could scoop mud off of her body until she had a decent handful. Her body setting up to land close to Brutus but not directly on top of him.

Once she was within reach, she took her mud filled hand. In her "drive-by" she tossed it a few inches away from his face, smearing as much as she could before her body landed in the water. SPLASH! Water flew up everywhere, once under the surface, the mud began to melt away from her body.... Then she set in motion her second plan...

Spoiler: Brutus is Standing in the water

Ilya was under the water close to Brutus' feet. Her hand would snake out, and wrap around his ankle... Trying to cause him to lose his footing and fall into the water. IF she couldn't get him to the mud pool, she would just mess with him in here.

Spoiler: Brutus is still floating in the water

Ilya would use her feet to shoot herself above the surface, her upper body landing on Brutus' stomach as she pushed down with as much weight as she could muster. Her goal was to get him under the water, and hopefully with her feet surging him downwards, along with her arms she would succeed.

@Brutus Dahlgren

"Talking!"
Thoughts....

 

[Brutus Dahlgren]

Brutus would watch as the blond woman took to the air, her mud soaked hair steaming through the air as the scooped off the mud from her body and slapped it into his face. He would squint as the mud got into his eyes. He would duck his head down into the water to rinse his eyes out, only wo watch as she would grab at his foot. He simply flexed his legs, making it nigh impossible for her to pick him up out of the water.

He would reach down and grab at her ear, tugging her to the surface gently as he would raise a (muddy) eyebrow at her. "Are you satisfied now? Or do I need to fling you back into the mud again?"

He wasn't annoyed per se, he found her moxie cute, but he was sore and wanted to relax away his pain, not get into romcom tier hijinks. Steam would radiate off his bod.

@Ilya

 

[Ilya]

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lion's pride...

She straightened her body and let herself relax, falling back into the water as she began to float. Her body rising to the surface, pushing her arms out as she closed her eyes. "We can relax, I'm pretty sore..." As she rose, her stomach would push up above the water, as her legs began to sink. The red mark from her bellyflop earlier, red and raring, it would be super hot to the touch because her skin was hot and the hot water was hot.

Ilya closed her eyes as she relaxed, letting out a deep breath. She half-opened one eye to take a glance at Brutus, "Entertain me while we relax. Tell me something interesting. Real or fake, I don't care." She waited for Brutus to start talking before she closed her eye again.

Settling into the warmth of the hot spring as her body drifted about in the pool. Her ears turned towards Bru as he spoke to her.

@Brutus Dahlgren

"Talking!"
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[Brutus Dahlgren]

"I see." He raised an eyebrow as she simply flipped her switch from goopy mud gremlin to sauna mode at seemingly the drop of a hat. He would give her a sideways glance as she began to float on her back, seemingly putting her body on display. He wasn't going to lie, between that rack and toned body she was pretty cute.

A little hyper for his taste, but that could perhaps just be how tired he was in the moment.

"Ah, so now I'm your entertainment?" He would ask raising an eyebrow as he found his way back to his seated spot. "Something interesting?" He would think on it for a bit, letting silence fill the air for a moment before speaking.

"Did you know that one of the largest structures on earth that's not naturally occurring is an ant nest? They say in the 2010's and 20's two very large colonies collided in a massive war between two massive species of ants. However, interbreeding occurred and created the most common type of ant we now know today? This species is incredibly aggressive in its expansion and has decimated several local ecologies by displacing local ant species that served specific niches?"

@Ilya

 

[Ilya]

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lion's pride...

Ilya paid full attention to Brutus as he explained that the ant nest was the biggest structure that wasn't naturally occurring. She had never given much thought to small facts like that, though they were pretty interesting. "Not going to lie with you, I would have thought that ant nests would be considered naturally occurring. Ants are part of nature, though I never thought of it the other way. Crazy to think about something that big... Once I saw these videos of people pouring hot glass into ant nests and coming out with some crazy and whacky shapes."

Ilya let her body float for a few more seconds before she straightened out her body to the point she was standing again. She waded over to the side so she could sit more comfortably. She seemed to just forget that she was entirely out of normal situation at this point. At the end of the day she was in a hot spring with a guy, and they were both entirely flashing each other constantly. Ilya didn't want to remember this longer than she had to. But Brutus was a pretty comfortable person to be around; save for when he teased her nonstop, or bullied her.

Either way, she was still comfortable that she had forgotten about the social implications. When that was brought to her mind again, she would only naturally get in a more decent and flattering position. Which was now up to her shoulders in water, the murky green covering her body as her head was leaning back against the dirt. Her braids filled with mud, but still neatly braided.

"I've only got one interesting thing... It's an icebreaker though..." She paused for a moment to give her next statement more of a dramatic presence, "Fat. Penguin."

@Brutus Dahlgren

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[Brutus Dahlgren]

"If that were the case." He paused and would turn back to her. "Would you consider Beaver dams natural? They are, for all intents and purposes, the Beavers shaping nature to be more to their liking? And if you consider that natural, could you not consider what we as humans do natural? We are nothing more than animals who've figured their shit out. We came from the same primordial ancestors, would that not make us natural?" He waxed philosophically, letting the facade of Brute drop away for but a moment.

"Either way, casting ant nests can be a fascinating but I would argue cruel process. Could you imagine having your home filled with molten metal or glass just for the sake of mapping it out? Potentially killing you and everyone you love?" He'd never been a fan of people who roasted ants with magnifying lenses or destroyed their nests with hoses.

God's shouldn't be cruel.

He would lean forward to listen to her statement, raising an eyebrow in the pause. "Fat Penguin?" He would ask. "Reminds me of an old pick up line my college roommate liked to use." He would shoot her a warm smile. "How much does a Polar Bear weigh? Enough to break the Ice, hi I'm Brutus."

@Ilya

 

[Ilya]

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lion's pride...

It was too much for Ilya's tired brain, her voice mumbling as she acknowledge what Brutus said. It's just too much to think about right now... Her body felt sluggish as she sat there with her head back against the ground. The heat had finally began to actually impact her, causing her body to just relax and her spirit to relax. She was more than comfortable, and was enjoying the warm water paired with good company.

Ilya started giggling as the topic got less serious, the corny pick up line had killed her. Her laughs were slow, due to the fatigue that had suddenly hit. "That is an awful pick up line. You gotta be more smooth, like... Girls like corny, but dad jokes are absolutely terrible. And that my friend, was on the level of a dad joke." She patted Bru's arm out of pity. I mean, in her defense... The pick up line did suck. Then again, Brutus would make a hot DILF... So maybe dad jokes aren't that bad...

@Brutus Dahlgren

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[Brutus Dahlgren]

"I typically don't go for pickup lines to begin with." Brutus would counter, "I tend for the long con. I meet someone and start chatting them up on some sort of shared interest. If I get to know them well by the end of the night I try to get their number. If It's someone at a faire it usually ends up with us parting or me having a fun night out in the campsite away from everyone else." He would shrug.

"Honestly though, like, picking up women can be such a hassle. If it happens it happens, but I'm not going out of my way to pick up people."

He would look her over and squint as she began to mumble. Clearly the hot water was getting to her, and perhaps the three trips out of the mud pit had tuckered her out. "You're looking tired, you ready to go back to Honeyhome and call it a day?"

@Ilya

 

[Ilya]

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lion's pride...

Pick up lines are cliché and most of the time they don't work. It comes off creepy, awkward and the like. So the feline could only approve with Brutus Dahlgren when he expressed not using pick up lines. Getting to know someone without that extra fluff would always strike a chord with Ilya more than the silly pick up lines that guys were addicted to using.

She agreed verbally with Brutus when he said that he didn't go out of his way to pick people up. Expressing that she was the same way, whenever she found herself in that situation it had just happened. The hot water feels so nice...

When she was asked if she was tired she would shake her head no, only her eyelids fighting sleep seemed to say something else entirely. "I'm no-" YAWN. "-ot tired." She gave a smile and turned her head to the side. Her ear now getting caked in dirt. Her eyes blinking slowly and sleepily at the giant. "Say, would you ever let me come and see your renaissance stuff?"

@Brutus Dahlgren

"Talking!"
Thoughts....