Good Cop, Bad Cop, {{Soren!}}

[Nahima Rajeedra]

Thursday, April 26th, 3572; Early Evening

How long had it been since Nahima had been to Jupiter? It must have been right around three months. Maybe that didn't seem like much to those who were foreign-born and not accustomed to traveling, but Nahima found this to be her destination rather frequently. As it happened, in her line of business, there were plenty of rogues and deviants to deal with, here where the military was centered.

Part of the problem was that they took anybody. Sure, Jovians were strong by birth, for the most part, though even a few half-breed runts were drafted, she noticed. Even so, strength wasn't everything. In fact, it was nothing without intellect and discipline, something she felt most of the lower-level pawns lacked. And while there was a lot to be said for the process that was climbing the ranks to intel specialists... the system apparently wasn't doing its job. If it was, she wouldn't have been there that day.

The tall, half-Plutonian stood outside of a closed door, though she could hear muffled voices coming from inside. One from the robust Jovian weapons expert they had just captured, and the other from her partner, Soren. The latter was high and flirty, and she could vaguely feel the phemerones radiating from inside the room.

She sighed, vivid green eyes shifting downwards to her watch. How long had they been in there? Half an hour? And still nothing. Honestly, she was a little surprised. When it came to Jovian hot-heads, her back-up expertise was rarely necessary. Soren's intrusive sex-drive was usually enough to render them quite the opposite of speechless.

Maybe there was more to this man than she had initially estimated. Though apparently not too much more, as he was stupid enough to be holding back information on projects he was working on, allegedly. Nothing aroused suspicion like a highly-skilled bomb-maker going off on his own to play with secret explosive techniques.

Growing impatient, she rapped on the door with the back of her hand. "Hey, what's going on in there?" In other words, was it time for bad cop now?

[Soren Cay]

"I'm sure you don't really want to be this difficult."

She was getting tired. For all that she was charming this guy's pants off (the thing about Jovians - not at all afraid to have an erection in front of you), she was getting nothing in return. To say that the Venusian was irritated would have been putting it rather mildly. She casually walked a few steps away from him, hips swinging with a practiced ease before shooting him a half-glance over her shoulder. "I hope you realise what I'm offering." A beat, and then:

"Yeah, lady, and I ain't buyin'." She rolled her eyes with her back to him, forcing a smile on her lips as she whipped back around. She wasn't the muscle here. The muscle was standing outside the door, waiting for her to be done smelling like sex, trying to lure in everything in the room. He probably didn't want to meet the muscle, in fact, less it get in there and smash his head wide open.

High heels clicking with every step she took back towards him. It was probably for the best that she wasn't shy, bending over in front of him with her lips just barely brushing his ear, eyes lined up with her rack. Her job was rarely difficult. To say it made her want to have sex with him even less was an understatement. Besides, these Jovian men tended to be too large for her to consider any of it pleasurable. And they weren't... well, they weren't Daimaien. Or Nahima, for that matter. Definitely not Nahima.

"What if I just wanted to give it to you free?" she murmured, one hand on his thigh, and the other against the side of his face. To his credit, he barely shivered, grunting and moving his crotch a little bit closer to the hand on his thigh. "I only want two things right now," she purred, pushing her body against his. It was awkward, wearing a skirt and needing to straddle him so, feeling the thin fabric of her panties and the (thankfully thicker) fabric of his jeans become the other things between them as she gave a short, careful push of her hips, rubbing herself against him. "It's easy to give me what I want... and just as easy for you to get what you want, too," she murmured, pushing her breasts upwards, trying to entice.

One might have thought that that would have done it, Soren's pheromones lacing the air like a drug. He looked torn between his body and his resolve, but his mouth and eyes were the proof that she wasn't making any progress. "F-fuck you, lady." Well how rude.

And then came the knocking at the door, her partner clearly knowing that this was not going according to plan. "I really wish you had just played along," she murmured, planting a delicate kiss to his cheek before pulling back, getting up off of his lap with all the grace she could, given the small wet spot against his pants. "I think we're ready for you, love," she called back through the door, woefully regretting every moment of having to pull her charms back into herself. She could do nothing about what was already in the air and room itself.

But at the very least, if Nahima was affected, it wouldn't draw her directly to her. That was really all she could do.

[Nahima Rajeedra]

About fucking time.

Without further invitation, Nahi opened the door casually, stopping in the entrance to throw their captive a sort of haughty look before strolling further in, gently closing it behind her. There was a brief moment of silence as she surveyed him, and more importantly, allowed him to get a good look at her. Though he was Jovian, and therefore much bigger than her, she was an imposing woman in her own right, and she knew it.

"Look, bitch, I already told your fucking partner, I'm not interested," he spat, glaring upwards at her from his position in an old, wooden chair. A tiny grin tugged at the corners of her lips as she took another step closer to him, surveying him with a look of hunger.

Of course, it was all an act, really. The opening introduction, on her end, was often a show of this variety. One where she aimed to scare the shit out of whoever her victim was. Often enough, things tended to go pretty smoothly, once that much was accomplished.

Not that the smell of sex in the room was helping anything. Internally, it was making her stomach turn a bit. She could feel it radiating off of Soren, and it pissed her off that it was making her just a bit horny herself, as it sometimes did. However, she was practiced enough now that she was able to exert her will into the room, like an invisible blanket, damping that which she did not care to experience. It was simplified by Soren's alliance with her, and therefore by her own attempts to quell the phemerones.

This Jovian, she could feel a mix of emotions from him. There was anger and a bit of fear. Clear arousal. Nothing she couldn't have picked up without her psychic abilities.

"Oh, I gathered that much," she responded, her voice calm, smooth. In fact it was eerie in its almost soothing nature. "But that's not what I'm here for." She strolled around to the back of his chair, her fingers running slowly along the upper bridge between the two large beams that held it together. In some ways, her motions were very similar to Soren's, but they held absolutely no seductive powers. The difference in intent and attitude was crystal clear.

"It's a shame, though. You see, I was hoping we could do this the easy way. You could put your fucking choad dick in her. She would've been happy. You certainly would've been happy, you horny fuck. And I... well, I wouldn't be so upset by all of this." Even the swears the and slurs that fell from her lips did so with grace, without anger. But there was a dangerous edge to her tone, one that was intended to leave in him a certain anticipation. ...And certainly not the good kind.

She leaned in closer to him now, from behind the chair, sideways into his face. "You had your chance to get something out of this. My partner is a very giving woman. Unfortunately... I'm not inclined to the same compassion."

[Soren Cay]

Contrary to popular belief, Soren was not a sadist.

She had no stomach for watching people slowly lose their minds, or bleed out. She was not a fan of torture, and though she had never openly expressed how thankful she was that her job description did not involve maiming people, she certainly held onto that gratitude. The long story short was that she just wasn't capable of inflicting pain, not without absolute good reason.

Perhaps she wasn't as devoted to the Regime as they might have liked her to have been, but what else did she have? She cast a sideward glance at their supposed victim as he toed the line between civilian and deserving it in her eyes, calling Nahima a bitch. Her smile briefly faltered, twitching at the corners of her lips. Through willpower and training alone, she maintained the expression, quirking an eyebrow in his direction. "There's still an easy way out of this," she pointed out, knowing full-well that if he had said no when she was blasting pheromones about him, he certainly wasn't going to bite now.

But rarely, they saved themselves. Opted for her instead of her infinitely more terrifying partner. Not that she as any less sensual. The Venusian was fairly sure she even had better legs, allowing her eyes to rake up the other woman's form appreciatively. And if he caught that, well then. A little lesbianism had certainly never stopped them before. "It is ultimately your choice, though I can promise you wouldn't regret it."

Unless he actually was a choad, in which case, she wouldn't be getting very far. As talented as she was, Soren had no desire to go after that kind of girth. "Get bent." She shrugged, no longer her problem as she took a good few steps back, further towards the door.

"Come and get me when you're done with him, darling," she called over her shoulder before leaving, slipping out of the room without another word. She could set them up for failure, certainly, but she couldn't stand by to watch it happen. If Nahi needed her, she would call.

[Nahima Rajeedra]

Perhaps it would have been unfair to call Nahima a sadist. It wasn't as if she enjoyed the suffering of others. If there was any part she enjoyed - and there's nothing to say that there ever was, or at the very least, that there was on every occasion - it was the feeling of dominance, of owning someone who thought they could steamroll her.

Like this guy. This cocky-ass Jovian had thought she was just some whore that was there to sexually bang information out of him. But nope. He had underestimated her. And somewhere, deep inside, she did get pleasure out of dismantling those who tried to control her, who thought little of her. Probably because she couldn't accomplish this where it mattered.

And the parts that she didn't enjoy, she could at least handle. Nothing phased her anymore. The ways in which she had been trained saw to that. Even when she wasn't going through a DPD episode, nothing seemed that horrific. On most occasions, she could say she saw worse.

And even when she couldn't, when faced with something truly, disgustingly awful, she had a way of shrugging it off, because nothing about the human race, or even about the depth of her own terrifying abilities, surprised her anymore.

Though she remained stony-faced, it was tempting to roll her eyes as Soren tried one more time. The Plutonian half wondered if she had it in mind to save him somehow, to prevent him from falling into the too-capable hands of her partner. She was hard to read, sometimes.

Not like Nahi tried particularly hard with her. She didn't need or want friends, and so didn't bother chatting the other woman up much. They were, as far as she was concerned, on a need-to-know basis.

The tension thickened as her partner left the room, and she could feel a spike in the man's fear as she rounded on him. She cracked her neck, offering him what must have looked like a deranged grin.

From outside the room, there was no way to know what Soren heard. It wasn't like the walls or door were soundproof, so probably quite a lot - some deep-throated shouting, crys of agony, a few cracks and squicks. There would be a soft murmur of her voice, and then more hurried shouting.

When at last she stepped out, she closed the door softly behind her, and turned to her partner. Her knuckles were slightly bruised, as per usual, and there was a small cut across her cheek, but nothing more than that. Nahima calmed in heart and mind with one sweep of her empathic ability.

"I got it."

[Soren Cay]

It was hard, pretending not to hear his cries. It was harder still to stand there and not fidget. Everything in her wanted to nest somewhere for the rest of the day, create a little home for herself and curl up in it. Preferably not alone, though she doubted she would have been able to coerce Nahima to share some fluffy creation of blankets and pillows and whatever else she laid her hands on back in their hotel room. They had two beds for a reason, after all.

Not that she didn't notice that they oftentimes assigned them the same room regardless. Soren had never quite figured out whether or not they were doing that as a personal favour to her, thinking she needed the company, or to punish her, knowing she wanted something she couldn't have. With the people she had met through her course of work in the past four or so years, she would not have been surprised if it was a little bit of column A, a bit of column B. Unhappy workers didn't do their work, after all. But too happy workers didn't either.

In a way, she supposed that meant they had her exactly where they wanted her. She could not have cared less, shrugging off the idea that she was suddenly some worthless puppet with a sigh. The sound was swallowed by the scream the man in the room behind her offered, shouting this, that, or the other thing. She could be thankful, she supposed, that as long as she was willing and just happy enough, that would never be her. Others might not have considered her job galmourous, just another Venusian who had found a way to sell her body, but... well. It was more than that.

Not that she needed to justify herself to anyone. The few people in her life who would have cared previously were long gone, somewhere she couldn't follow. Vanished or home in the jungle, it didn't matter which.

Green eyes lit up as she spied her partner emerging from the room, not bothering to look beyond her at what was likely the mess of a man in there. She could have given a damn about him, instead worriedly taking in Nahima's dishevelled and slightly beaten appearance. Carefully, she reached out, placing a hand to the Plutonian goddess's face and sweeping her thumb over the fresh cut on her cheek. "Are you alright?"

In moments like these, though, it was hard to forget that being just happy enough was ideal. And harder still not to feel bad that she hadn't been able to do her job in order to prevent Nahi from doing hers.

[Nahima Rajeedra]

They didn't share their feelings much, the two of them. Or, that is, Nahima didn't share her feelings too much. Soren, on the other hand... well, she had a way of being disturbingly open with a woman who was assigned to maim those she could not seduce. That said a variety things about her, most of them unpleasant.

For this reason, the Plutonian had no way of knowing whether or not Soren knew anything about the mental disorder that occasionally wreaked havoc on her brain. Surely, she noticed there were days Nahima was different. Then again, that could just as easily be chocked up to her being... well, a cold-hearted bitch. No less than what was expected of her, really.

And on those days, the maiming was even easier. Sometimes, she even did a little more than she had to, for reasons she could never quite explain. It wasn't as if the detachment made it pleasurable. Nothing was pleasurable. And nothing hurt. Maybe it was on instinct - either her mind's way of trying to revive her senses, or a way of doing her job well enough to survive.

Today wasn't one of those days, It hadn't been easy. This one was noble or something. She couldn't imagine dying to keep secrets like that. Not the way he probably would. Had she killed him? Oh no. But there was a pretty good chance the Regime would. He'd be spared only if they could milk a bit more use out of him yet. Either way, his usefulness would soon run its course, as he had demonstrated that he could not be trusted.

No skin off her teeth.

Nahima didn't like being touched; she'd only learned to expect bad things from it. But by now, she was used to the spontaneous gesture from Soren - a woman she felt nothing for in terms of excessive compassion, but for whom she also held no ill will. With a bit of effort, she resisted the urge to grab the other woman's arm, locking it in an iron grip and throwing it off of her. Instead, she simply stepped carefully forward, out of her touch.

"I'm fine, just a bit of scraping. Can't say the same for him." It was all minute conversation. She could feel the concern radiating off of Soren. It was so genuine that Nahima didn't know what to do with it. It made her uncomfortable.

"Let's get out of here, shall we?"

[Soren Cay]

That was one thing she'd always dislike - how Nahima was more comfortable the more space there was between them. She held her sigh well, she felt, offering a small frown and clicking her tongue in its place. "If you say so. I should start staying in with you, when it comes to this. They might be less likely to strike out if there were two of us in there." Though what good she would be beyond another body, she couldn't have said. Soren's skill lay in something else. That whole 'lover, not a fighter' phrase had never died, and with people like herself, still applied.

She spent an inordinate amount of time hoping that the brunette in front of her knew how to love as well, even when subjected to seeing her put all of the space she could manage between them. She paused, moving herself around with a forcibly cheery grin, and offered her arm. Leaving, that she was good for.

For all that she hated travelling, she had grown accustomed to a few places. Jupiter was usually good for a few laughs, maybe a drink or two, and some excellent food. Paired with good company, Soren couldn't come up with any reason to complain. "Let's," she stated, poking her elbow out a little bit further in an attempt to be chivalrous, or perhaps just silly. Heaven only knew her partner needed to learn to lighten up. The way that she would stare sometimes, like the world was ending... the things that she thought could not have been healthy.

In truth, she wondered often what the Plutonian woman was feeling. There were days when things were certainly not right with her - and then there were days like this, more normal. "Remember that restaurant we had to pull the last fellow from?" the blonde offered in her familiar, lilting accent, head tilting to the side as she finally just latched onto Nahi's arm, not caring about personal space. She needed the opposite, at least from time to time. "Maybe we could grab a meal there? It did smell rather good."

[Nahima Rajeedra]

The Plutonian couldn't help but snort, giving her a cursory glance. A mere once-over confirmed what she had known from the moment she'd laid eyes on the Venusian - that she was not built for combat. No, in place of lean muscles from years of training and fighting were the curves of a woman who seemed built for sex and cuddling, whichever she or her partners preferred. Either way, she was anything but intimidating.

True, there was a certain disturbing factor to the way she oozed sexuality, but not in a way that left monstrous Jovians feeling inclined to back down from a hand-to-hand battle royale.

In fact, Nahima could feel her distaste and her fear on most occasions, emanating softly from the outside of a door that separated her from a gruesome experience. Were their roles switched, the taller of the pair was sure that her partner wouldn't be able to hack it. Then again, were their roles switched, she was equally sure that she was not equipped to play the seductress, so there was that to keep in mind.

For a moment, she stared at the woman's outstretched arm, completely unfooled by the forced grin and fluffiness. She frowned, and seemed unwilling to accept it at first, but gradually slid her own in, just as Soren seemed prepared not to take no for an answer, if only to end the awkward feelings assaulting her senses. She kept herself tucked in loosely, making it clear that she was unwilling to form the expected strong lock.

The physical contact brought an instantaneous new wave of feelings that also unsettled her, though she should've been used to them by now. The surge of glee, she felt, was from her touch. it was no secret, that Soren had been lusting after her for some time.

"Yeah, I'm pretty fond of Jovian food myself. And I'm completely famished." It was true. She hadn't eaten in... well, she hadn't eaten that day, even come to think of it. She'd just been busy, she supposed. By this point in her life, she was pretty used to going without food, and things other people deemed to be basic necessities.