Spin chair! SPIN.

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A gloved finger lightly brushed against the floor. Seiteki, a pilot, one of those special psychic ones who was addicted to dragons, was laying down on a chair, upside down. Her arm up and bent over behind her so she could indeed wiggle her finger across the floor, her booted legs up in the air resting against the chair. Her cheeks were flushed from being upside down, and her grey wings an odd mesh of feathers from the odd angle they were at. Carefully placed through the arms of the chair to act as another lure to keep her from sliding off the chair onto her head. Thick wavy black hair pooled in a glossy mass on the floor under her head, odd blue chunks of hair went throughout the mass, far to bright to have been dimply died. A gift from her mother. Natural blue hair.  Sighing, which sounded a little funny because she was upside down, she remembered her mother. All those years ago, when Aedolis was Adela and her mother was Commander, before everything was corrupt and wrong. Before she was so tightly wrapped to her dragon it was nearly painful to part with him for more than a day, at least, without knowing where he was.

Whiro was a bastard. Whiro being her big grumpy dragon, bastard made her itch between his toes before she got to plug in. Seiteki shuddered in her chair, remembering some of the scary shit she found between his giant toes. Swears she found a dead animal once, smelt worse than when she was down wind of him after he… went to the little boy bushes. Smirking, Seiteki began to push her fingers on the ground, spinning her around. Why not act like a child? No one was around, and she looked in her late teens early twenties at least, she didn’t know how old she was now, lost count after five hundreds.  Only thing she knew for sure was that she was at least nineteen years older than her younger brother, Vincent. They had the same mother, the one with the blue bangs. The woman from where they got their interesting wings.

The very wings which flared up and out of the chair, they would knock things over if Seiteki hadn’t moved the chair into the middle of the room, making a clearing. So, Seiteki, probably one of the eldest people in all of Aedolis, was upside down in a chair, her hair hanging over the edge, her wings at such an angle they looked broken. All in all, it kind of looked like someone killed Seiteki and then placed her in such a humiliating position. Of course not though, she was doing this on her own, spinning around, too.

This place was so boring. So, once she picked up her pace of spinning in the chair, she glared at the door and willed someone to come in the room. Not that she remembered which one it was, one of those special ones for pilots though, guess that means the top floor, huh. Groaning, she sat up for a moment, curling up to grab the top of the chair, her legs hanging over her back of the arms. If she was anyone else and hadn’t had the same body to hone to surprising fitness and flexibility, the position she was in would be uncomfortable. It was, just not so much for her to move. Still spinning in the chair, she’d whip her head around to glare at the closed door. Mentally willing company to come so she can harass them about something or another.

�Com'mon door! Open! Please! Someone come bother me, I’m so booooored! Argh!� Seiteki groaned toward the door before flopped upside down again, still spinning on her chair, pushing it along after it slowed down a little.

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Vincent always had that swagger to his step, there to accompany the glint in his eye as he walked through the Citadel and made his way to the upper floors. You could say it was something that he inherited from his father, that arrogance that simultaneously irritated and enraptured people as soon as he approached them. It was with these same habitual movements that he moved through the stately looking hallways of the upper levels, humming along to himself in no particular tune or key. Not that Vincent would ever be able to hold a note of any kind. You could say he did it just for the annoyance.

It wasn’t long before his ears picked up a rhythmic shift-and-squeak noise drifting from under the door at the end of the hallway. His eyebrows perked up at the noise as the humming continued, and he meandered and half-stepped his way up to the door, pausing outside to press his ear against the thick surface for a moment’s more listening. If he was right, someone in there was trying very hard to make themselves dizzy by way of chair, and Vincent always liked to be right. One of those traits he picked up from years of following around his self-proclaimed Casanova of a father, his own tiny hand being tugged along to various seedy and obscure places, left to play cards with the barmaids while he hid under the bar. But, of course, Vincent just could not comprehend what possible reason his mother could have had for wanting to separate ties with his father, Sebastian.

With a familiar grin spread across his face, Vincent pushed the door open, and slipped inside. For a moment, he was sure the chair had sprouted wings and legs, two enormous feathered appendages sprouting, upside down, from the chair back, and a pair of legs dangling over the top. He tilted his head, staring for a moment. What had the rest of the pilots been doing in –here-? It wasn’t long, though, before the chair occupant pushed herself around so that he could see the full picture of the poor chair’s abuse.

Sprawled awkwardly over it’s frame was his older sister, Seiteki, her hands curled over the chair as she continued to spin, and her legs flayed awkwardly over the chair’s legs. She whipped her head around to glare at him as he entered, and it was only that glare that kept Vincent from changing his amused grin to outright bursts of laughter.

“And, you’re supposed to be the older one, huh?� He said with a condescending and winning smile, gesturing toward her with an open hand.

Vincent made his way across the room, letting himself fall into another nearby chair, although, sadly, this one didn’t spin. But, it looked far cushier, which he appreciated at the moment. A sly grin spread across his lips, accenting his almost avian features, and the light in his eyes brightened.

�Well! I had myself quite a time last night,� the smile widened. “Ah, she was a beauty. Not so much as the last one, but, I was feeling… Good. Generous, you could say! But, aren’t I always? I needed a good romp, lightens your spirits. Don’t you think?�

His smile had turned almost malicious by now, as he leaned casually into the chair, tapping his fingers against the padded arm, his eyes watching for the looks on Seiteki’s face to change, and, if he were right, which he always was, turn a pretty shade of red.

[Rhi-Rhi]

"...What the hell."

Those were the first words out of Gabriel's mouth, and it wasn't even a question. It was just a statement of complete and utter bewilderment as he stood just outside the door, peering into the room he had just been about to enter and catching the last few words of what Vincent had said. You know, the, "...Good romp, lightens your spirits. Don't you think?" part. Normally he wouldn't think anything of it coming from Vincent since Vincent did have a reputation, though he would have still been a little disturbed at the idea of a public room being used for that--people sat in those chairs to do work!--but those words, coupled with the sight of Vincent's sister hanging upside down in a rather strange position in a comfy, spinning chair, legs up, bum up, wings splayed and looking disheveled...

Yeah. Maybe Gabriel just had a dirty mind, but it did raise some questions he didn't really want the answers to (at least, that's what he made his surface thoughts say, but the real thoughts were slaves to morbid curiosity). Hell, they were questions he really wished he hadn't even thought of to begin with (more surface thoughts), because upside-down incestual spinny chair-sex in a public room just...really wasn't his cup of tea, though he had to admit that it was kind of something he'd be interested in seeing--spinny-chair-sex, not the incestual part, and only for the comedic value. Yup. C'mon, it'd probably be hilarious. Ah well, at least Seiteki had clothes on. That soothed some of the disturbing yet amusing thoughts, thoughts he'd just blame on his conditioning and hope that Ker, his Dragon, didn't pick them up and tease him about them later. She could be a brat about that.

For a few seconds, Gabriel could just stare into the room at the duo, expression blank though his green eyes were wide and his lips were twitching into a lop-sided grin. That looked so utterly ridiculous. Then he finally cleared his throat loudly, brushed some blonde hair out of his eyes, and pushed the door open wider so he could enter, back straight and movements brisk, trying to act for all the world like he was, you know, professional and stuff.

"Yeah, um. I just need to, you know, grab something outta here real quick. Don't mind me. Whatever you guys were doing, romping, whatever...I really don't care to know about it unless you can provide video or pics," he said mildly while he dodged around Seiteki's wings as she spun, heading across the room to rummage around under some papers piled up on a desk.

[Zomg. Pardon teh suxx0rz. It's late and I am figuring the character out. xD;]

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((Oooo...I wanna play this game.))

The outburst from the man before him quite aptly summed up this situation. While Valmont didn't care for such an outburst, it certainly fit quite well.

The first and most obvious sight? That had to the first pilot, the lady in the spinning chair. All traces of the dignity and pride of the pilots had left this vessal, and all that was left was the pathetic sight of an upside-down woman with her ass in the air and her head on the floor, spinning herself in the arc of the chair. And then there were wings to add to this pandemonium, although it looked quite uncomfortable in such an unusual position. She was either flexible, or masochistic, but it didn't matter either way. All of these oddities were not the reason he'd approached this room.

He could still hear it in his mind, the roar of this young woman for someone to visit her. Surely she knew that with psychics all around her, that screech of a telepathic call would be heard by almost everyone in the building. While normally, psychics keep their minds closed and their thoughts scrambled to prevent interference from so many minds, Valmont had the unfortunate luck to be probing outwards, and this...young? Old? It was so hard to tell anymore. Mortals were few and far between anymore. But nevertheless, this individual had sapped his concentration for the moment. With the slightest of efforts, Valmont looked into her open mind, delving only at the tip.

"Seiteki, I see." Names were effortless for any psychic to read. Even a Thanatos reject with a shattered mind could still see a person's name, no matter how tightly a person's psyche was guarded. "Hmmm. Is there really nothing more productive for you to do than to rotate yourself in that chair?" Valmont entered the room, relaxing against the door. "It's a pointless exercise, isn't it? Spinning and spinning, and calling for attention. That was quite a message though. Very forceful." Valmont glanced at the other pilots, his mind unconciously sending a probe. It was an irritant and times, but Valmont couldn't help but send out waves. To look into the minds of others, while blocking his own thoughts. It was habit by now. Vincent and Gabriel, was it? Both men had their minds to themselves, a redeeming trait.

"So, gentlemen and lady, what brings three of Aedolis' finest to this room?" He smiled, switching to his preferred mode of communication. <After all, it's quite rare to find a pilot that isn't in batlle or jacked into the network. And here we have three. Or, perhaps you also caught Seiteki's wish?> Valmont spread the message to all three of the pilots, preferring telepathy to actual speech. His violet eyes glimmered mischeviously, as a glass of water poured by itself and floated over to his hand. Grasping the cup, he poured it back and took a large swallow, a low sound of contentment escaping his lips.

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You know… maybe she would rather have been alone to her spinning in the spinny chair, because all at once, she had far too many people staring at her ass. Don’t get her wrong, she liked attention, what five thousand year old didn’t enjoy making people nervous, or blush?  Of course, when the person harassing <I>her</I> was her little brother by nearly a century she grew irritated. And he knew what to say to get her flushed with anger.  The only thing that ever gave way to if Seiteki was actually angry was that the bridge of her nose and her cheeks turned red, she didn’t blush anymore far too old and done too much, seen to much to actually blush. But, she got red with anger.  Which was what colour her face was when Gabriel came into the room and looked at them funny. Quickly the anger washed away and she looked at where her brother was, what her position was, and instantly a wicked smile bloomed on her face. Should she play along and scar his poor brain or shimmy out of the chair and try to assure him that she wasn’t and would never, do anything quite that naughty with her brother?

No, instead, she just stayed in the chair and started to spin around again. Her fingers lightly pushing her around, because she was so light, well, she had to be to fly, it didn’t take much pressure to push her around in it. She smirked again and carefully did a summersault out of the chair, all tucked into a ball before standing up in one fluid motion, putting her fingers through her wings to even out the feathers so none of them snagged and ripped out. That hurt like a bitch when that happened, and Seiteki has had enough feathers pulled out during her life time to furnish a house if it was full of bed rooms and feathered beds. Tilting her head to the side, the wavy black hair sliding over her shoulder, bright blue eyes following Gabriels back she was about to follow him and make a dirty comment, having sent a mental flick and tasted his moment curiosity of their incestual chair romp, she was going to go make him uncomfortable. But someone ruined her chance and entered spoke up.

Turning around quickly, flaring out her wings to keep her balance before closing them tightly to her back again she looked this new person up and down. Seiteki never really liked her psychic abilities, and only ever used them if it led to some sort of amusement or she was fighting. Seiteki loved a good fight, along with Whiro, a trait passed down from her mother. Looking at this Valmont person, having seen him around, she knew who he was. Seiteki had a good memory, even for her age and she didn’t need any psychic abilities to know who the hell he was. One point for Seiteki.

Frowning at the new person in the room, her arms across her chest and her lips pursed. “Is there nothing really more productive for you to do that to bother me? It’s a pointless exercise, isn’t it? Yapping and yapping, wanting my attention. Congratulations on stealing my name, Valmont.â€?  A quick little smile before she wandered over to harass Gabriel. Hmph, it was bad enough there was a sibling in here, now there was a … grumpy person, that wasn’t her. Pah.

“Well, I was just having an incestual tussle on this chair here with my brother. We were going to invite Gabriel, and were just <I>just</I> about to get all naked when you came in and started harassing me for spinning in the Sex-Chair. Of course, Gabriel would get to be in the middle, can’t have him missing anything. “ Seiteki stood there and smiled widely at Valmont, ignoring his mental message. Using her own preferred form of speech, actually talking. Mind speech was for the lazy, or when they were trying to be secretive, which she wasn’t… at least, not at the moment, she might attempt to scare Gabriel later with a little speech about… something less-than chaste.

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Vincent could honestly say he hadn’t been expecting this many people to just choose, randomly, or so he assumed, to walk through the very same door he had. Oh well, the more the merrier! That same sly grin stayed carelessly perched on his lips, as he watched them peruse the scene, one looking like he wanted to turn around and forget he’d ever seen anything, and the other just wanting to read their minds to see what juicy bits of incestuous porn he could extract from them. That man would think he’d hit payday if Vincent ever let him tap into his mind, but… That wasn’t about to happen in any century too soon.

He stood from his chair, moving a few steps and stretching as he went, his arms curled over his head, pressing down on each other at intervals, and the stance made him seem as though he were preparing for some cat-like pounce or other such attack, a mischievous twitch at the corners of his mouth the only movement to betray the devious thoughts that milled through his head. Fine, if Mr. Wannabe hero could read minds, Vincent could just as easily piss him off by throwing up a few simple mental barriers of his own. He gave the man a slight glance, yes, he knew what he was doing.

Grinning even wider, he pushed his hand against the chair his sister was spinning in, giving it a forceful nudge and sending its last rotation to a more… Dizzying speed. Despite the fact that they had been putting up with each other for centuries, Vincent still got a kick out of playing the annoying little brother card, and he was sure that Seiteki knew it, too. Not that he cared, it played all the more to his advantage.

“Yah, we needed to add a little spice to the mix! So we figured we’d throw in good Gabriel here! You know, underneath all that piloty-ness, he’s quite the deviant.�

Vincent’s grin widened.

�Why don’t you join us, Valmont! We could use an uptight arsehole to break! Couldn’t we, dear sister of mine?�

Vincent was quite aware that he was a lude and perverted man. And, he enjoyed it to the fullest note. He ignored the fact that Valmont was trying to speak to them in psychic land. Vincent preferred speech. You just couldn’t get the same tone, the same effect paired with questionable actions and silky words as you could when breath touched skin. A psychic taunt couldn’t make people shudder, or groan, or whatever Vincent wished them to do. Manipulation by traditional methods was much more… Satisfying?

His grin widened as he moved toward Gabriel, swinging an arm around his shoulder and giving it a slight squeeze. It would probably make the man feel slightly uncomfortable, but, it seemed that the less his company felt safe, the more Vincent felt at home.

�Oh, and it would be greatly appreciated if you tried to keep your slimy, psychic tentacles out of my brain. You really don’t want to know what’s in there.�

Yet another of Vincent’s signature smiles.

[Rhi-Rhi]

"Uh...I just came to get something I left in here," Gabriel answered blankly as a fourth person entered the room, a man he instantly recognized. How could he not, he was Cant Royal, and Valmont and Vincent weren't the only ones who found it strange that so many people just suddenly found themselves in the same room. It was really weird. Kind of spooky, too, but then again they were all psychics so maybe they'd just all been subconsciously drawn here? Huh. That was the only explanation he had. Either that, or they all just really, really loved this same exact room out of all the hundreds of rooms in this place. "I don't know about everyone else. What're you doing here?" he asked, continuing to speak out loud as well.

Mindspeech was just always so...intimate in a way. Not in that way, but...

Shaking his head at the other three, he stooped down and opened a desk drawer, rummaging through some papers and frowning. Where the hell was it? Aw man, someone better not have taken it. That'd be a bummer. Sure, he could always get another, but he wanted it now. He closed that drawer and opened up the one below it, for a moment busily ignoring the conversation, mental and out loud, as he searched for his lost item--even if he did keep glancing back at everyone out of the corner of his eye. The pervs, he didn't want anyone grabbing his ass while he was down, call him paranoid.

That was when Seiteki suddenly decided to sommersault out of the spinny chair.

Gabriel gave a jerk and straightened back up, a delayed sort of reaction as he had been preparing to dodge if her wings whipped out, but she kept herself curled into a ball and landed quite neatly. How she managed to sommersault out of a spinning chair from an upside down position with wings he would never understand, but he had to admit it was a pretty impressive display of grace--especially from someone who hadn't been looking all that graceful a few seconds ago. Relaxing, and brushing bangs out of his face as the wind from her flared wings stirred his hair, he shook his head and turned back to the desk. The sooner he found it, or concluded it was no longer here, the sooner he could leave all these weirdos. As Seiteki focused on Valmont, Gabriel pushed aside some papers on the desk, then grinned when he finally found them and snatched them up.

"Finally!" he muttered, and he turned away from the desk, still smiling victoriously as he gripped his missing earbuds in one hand and prepared to leave--which was also the exact moment that Seiteki happily announced what she was apparently doing in the room.

"W-what?!" he sputtered, his dark skinned face turning much darker and his body going stock still and rigid, eyes widening. OH SHIT! Had she picked up his thoughts?! He thought he'd kept those hidden! OH NO! He suddenly realized he was thinking rather...loudly...and he quickly shoved the thoughts back down and tried to think of other things, Unsuccessfully. It was kind of hard, given the spinning chair was right there and Seiteki was right there and Vincent was right there. Shit. Calm down. He probably looked like he'd just gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Especially when Vincent mentioned him being a deviant deep inside. Oh shit. That just added yet another layer to the paranoia. "Agh! What are you talking about? I...no. That's sick. And if you're gonna ask, the answer is no. No thanks. You two knock yourselves out, literally for all I care. Maybe ask Val--"

He had been about to tell them to ask Valmont, but that was when Vincent spoke up again, and Gabriel could have died right there, because Vincent said exactly what he'd been about to. Minus the tight arsehole part, there was no way Gabriel was going there, and that was way more than he wanted to hear. He couldn't help but cringe a little. Ow. The mere thought made his own bum hurt.

"Er...right. Yeah. Ask Valmont and have fun. I'm out, I got better things to do like, I dunno, work." Even if the earbuds said otherwise.

He had just started to take a step away and toward the door, but that was when Vincent came over and swung an arm around his shoulder, giving him a slight squeeze. Gabriel's blush deepened further, but he was quick to grab Vincent's arm and shove it off, ducking away. "And it would be greatly appreciated if you kept your slimy hands off me. I don't wanna know what's on them. Thanks. Now, if you're done...have fun, I'm out," he grumbled, taking a few steps backwards. Yeah. Might not be a good idea to turn his back on these ones, come to think of it.

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Valmont moved his lips only the slightest bit, letting the small sound of a sigh escape from his lips. How quickly he’d managed to place himself on the wrong side of the winged miss in front of him, but that was a talent he’d managed to excel at without intention.  But with this one in front of him, the most inconsequential of comments could apparently cause undue irritation. Valmont should expect such things by now, as his manner of speaking was known to be a source of annoyance. In any case, he would assume that a reply was in order. After all, how could he not leave such a delicious harmony of words go unanswered?

<My> He stopped mid-thought, deciding to revert back to plain vocalization. None of the others appeared to share his preference for the workings of the mind. A shame that was, as there was no symphony quite as pleasurable as the nuances of telepathic communication. Vocal speech was such a bother anymore, and Valmont saw little need for it. What point was there in relying on a system so flawed? A common disease could render your voice useless, robbing it of sound, or merely damaging your vocals. And in any hectic situation, telepathy was far more reliable than hoping sound waves would reach the auditory nerves of whatever creature it was meant for.

But alas, that was a choice left to the individual. Valmont’s preference for it was instinctual, as it were. He cleared his throat, a light cough passing his lips. “Pardon me. Now then, first and foremost, ‘stealing’ your name as it were, isn’t a task that deserves even a comment. As it’s now shown that you know my name, I had hoped to be on equal footing. While my name may be a fact known to you, I don’t find it productive to waste even one of the cells in my mind remembering a fact as trivial as yours.� Valmont moved into the room, taking a seat in a different chair than the seat Seiteki had previously resided in. “Now, if you’re going to have a love-tussle in the room, I’ll only ask you not to get any of your…bodily fluids on anything important in here, and I will of course decline the offer to join in, despite Gabriel’s recommendation. I prefer my rear to be an ‘exit-only’, and I’d like to leave with it as tight as it was when I came in.�

Valmont spun to face a shelved wall, motioning with two fingers. On cue, three rather bulky folders bulged at the highest shelf, slowly moving towards Valmont, while the contained mass resisted his efforts. As Valmont summoned the materials, he turned his head to Vincent. “I suppose that would be a prudent offer, you must forgive me though. My mind probes independently of my conscious actions, so the fault would lay with me. It takes an active strain to keep my mind under my own control, as awkward as that sounds.� The files he had called broke free at that moment, floating slowly down and resting above Valmont’s head. As two folders began to circle above him, held in the air, the other opened before his face, firmly held by his mind. “So I’ll keep my slimy tentacles to myself. Your quick resistance was to be admired though.� Valmont returned to his reading, deciphering the movements collected on Aedolis’ Martian foes, with slightly more concern for his bottom than he normally have.

(Grawrggg. Short. <_<)