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 Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 12:03 pm
A small house with two floors. Located in the suburbs of Florida.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 9:27 pm
And when he gets to Heaven,to Saint Peter he will tell...
As Aingel was brought to his new mistress's home, he was surprised to see that it was no mansion. Still, it looked pretty well-off for a suburb home. He briefly wondered what his mistress would be like. He had noted that she didn't bother with his control phrase, which gave Aingel the impression that she was a nice person, which was a good thing. This was not the way Aingel had wanted to spend the rest of his life, but still, it was turning out better than expected.
"One more soldier reporting, sir. I've served my time in Hell."
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 11:32 am
Mary led her slave into the house which was filled with beautiful artifacts. "you are aware I am a vampire, right Aingel" she smiled at him. When she spoke it wasn't in a scary tone, much more sad almost. Mary hated what she was, she didn't like to hurt people. It wasn't her way. Mary sat in the couch and folded her legs up beside her.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 3:45 pm
And when he gets to Heaven,to Saint Peter he will tell...Aingel cocked his head at his mistress. She hadn't made the admission like she was proud of it....more like she didn't want to be a vampire. Wanting to cheer her up, he smiled, and allowed his eyes to glow pale blue for a second, revealing them to be cybernetic. "It's okay mistress, I'm not exactly proud of my...status...as well..." "One more soldier reporting, sir. I've served my time in Hell."
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 4:14 pm
Mary smiled at Aingel. "if you don't mind telling me, what exactly are you? I know your a mechanically inhansed human but what did they inhanse?" she asked him with gentle curiosity
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 10:59 pm
And when he gets to Heaven,to Saint Peter he will tell...Aingel blinked and blushed slightly. He wasn't used to talking about his....condition. He pulled up his pants leg and pointed to the tiny seams just above his knees on both legs. He also rolled up his left sleeve to show the seam separating his shoulder from his arm. "They replaced both my legs below my knee with prosthesis that enhanced my speed, and replaced my left arm with a military-grade "combat arm." Of course, the slave dealer replaced those with these more realistic looking-and feeling-prostheses, to increase my appeal. As I showed before, by eyes are cybernetic, and I've been implanted with various cybernetics that enhance my speed, agility, stamina, dexterity, and then some. I also don't age, mentally or physically, although I'm still capable of learning. However...." Aingel hesitated. "They all come at the cost of extreme pain. It varies from a dull ache on some days, to other days when I have to grit my teeth to keep from screaming....." Aingel's blush deepened, and he looked away, somewhat ashamed. "One more soldier reporting, sir. I've served my time in Hell."
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 11:18 pm
"it's okay Hun. I accept you for what you are, as long as you do the same. Neither of us choice our.... Conditions, but this is now our reality. Right?" Mary said this all in an even and gentle tone. She liked Aingel he was sweet and obedient. He will turn out a nice companion.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 11:43 pm
And when he gets to Heaven,to Saint Peter he will tell...Aingel nodded, and smiled shyly. "Thank you, mistress." "One more soldier reporting, sir. I've served my time in Hell."
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 8:42 am
"you must be getting hungry. I have food in the cupbOards for you. You can cook right?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 12:50 am
And when he gets to Heaven,to Saint Peter he will tell...Aingel shrugged slightly. "I can cook, but I'm no chef or anything...." "One more soldier reporting, sir. I've served my time in Hell."
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 11:52 am
"in only asking because I don't plan to cook when I don't eat. Youll have to cook your own meals." she said looking at Aingel. He was a cute kid with a sweet disposition.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 12:37 pm
And when he gets to Heaven,to Saint Peter he will tell..."Yes, mistress." Aingel always prepared simple meals anyways, like sandwiches or soup. Most of this came from his military training, that taught him to only eat what you needed, not what you wanted. This is what gave Aingel his slim, but athletic, build and also helped supplement his enhanced abilities. His diet was also supplemented by the fact that his cybernetics did not require food energy to run, instead being powered by Aingel's body heat and movements. "On a side note, mistress, I just want to say that you don't have to worry about repairs to my cybernetics. I was trained how to make basic repairs myself, so I can fix most damages, and wear and tear. I guess I can be considered a 'Toy Soldier,' of sorts..." "One more soldier reporting, sir. I've served my time in Hell."
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 8:53 pm
"toy soldier huh?" that's kinda cute it suits you." she stood and smiled. "well my little soldier follow me and I'll bring you to your quarters okay?" she retold good and held her hand out to him.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 9:22 pm
And when he gets to Heaven,to Saint Peter he will tell...Aingel took her hand, and followed her to his quarters. The house was a bit bigger than it looked from the outside, yet it still retained that reserved, not-too-extravagant look. He decided that he liked it. Living in a huge mansion just brought the risk of becoming lost. "One more soldier reporting, sir. I've served my time in Hell."
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 6:23 pm
I'm going out to find my dinner be good until I get home. And with that she left her new slave in her house alone. Hopefully he wouldn't stumble into the wrong room, she thought to herself, that could be fatal.
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