Thanks, Z, that was lovely.
The Mikado, huh?
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She did say it had been a long time since she went to see it when Jason brought the tickets out.
Yes, question is, which was written first?
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((This here is a story that took a fair while to write, mostly due to me slacking and lacking the drive to write. It involves one of my characters, the former villain turned hero Dinah 'Alraune' Ewers, a plant/thorns dominator, and as it's fairly long and I feel does go into her past and explain the character enough, I'd post it on the creative boards. Constructive criticism is welcome, though at the end it was mostly a push just to get things finished and done, rather than have seven thousand or so words unpublished.
The story contains one scene of violence and many references, none explicit, some implied, to homosexuality and dominance/submission, plus scenes of nudity. Nothing you'll die reading or become corrupt. It's also fairly sad at some points, so... viewer discretion advised.
Oh, sections in italics either dictate BODICIA, the Unity Vigil's AI speaking, or flashbacks. You'll work out which is which.))
8th October
Guiding Past
With a low, rapid clicking sound the blinds in Dinah's room began to part, letting natural light flood into the room, illuminating it with soft orange hues. Having only just moved into the larger room at Unity Tower the night before, there were still several boxes in the lounge and at the foot of the bed in the bedroom, ready to be unpacked.
Dinah herself was still asleep, laying on top of the bed as was her habit and completely naked. During the night, she had curled up into a ball, her hair fanning over her shoulders and across the pillows and quilts. Slowly though, she uncurled as she felt the light sunrise light caress her pale skin, sitting up to stretch languidly in a sensual movement, practised so much as to be innate. As niggling as the annoyance was of not being fully unpacked yet, the urge to go through her morning rituals and get some breakfast were just too strong.
Rising effortlessly from the bed, she slipped out of the bedroom only pausing to get the bag that rested on one of the shelves above her wide new bed, the furnishings built into the room's walls. Strolling through to the living area, Dinah walked with the same grace and sensual movements that she always did. Each step was designed to keep drawing the eye to her form and showing off her assets to any who watched. Most of her movements were like that actually, done in a way tantalize those nearby. It was certainly effective.
With the coffee table moved to the side of the room, the platinum blond haired woman moved to the centre of the space and closed her eyes. The first part of her ritual was a closely guarded secret, even from her partner Promethea. Done behind closed doors and out of sight, she would spend half an hour going through the various stages and patterns.
Warming and limbering herself up, she began to move through the routine, stretching her limbs, flexing joints, tensing, relaxing and exacting minute control over each muscle she could, from head to toe and back up. The weave of vines and tendrils running through her anatomy did make this easy for her, and they allowed her much more fine control than most, but it was still important. What followed next was the extensive and somewhat rigorously repeated exercises of her internal muscles, before breathing and balance exercises that let her move with a fluid grace and agility, and made even the act of breathing in her required intake of carbon dioxide a joy to behold.
Finishing up the last part of that routine was the facial exercises, twitching, stretching and relaxing her muscles, the little head gestures and well controlled flicks of her hair, and even vocal, jaw and tongue exercises. It was an involved process, but one that left her invigorated and ready to face the day. The next part took her to the new bathroom she'd been given, setting her bag on the counter. With a smile, she stepped into the spacious cubicle and tapped the water control display. In an instant, warm water began to run over her body, and she lingered under the refreshing spray for a few moments before beginning to cleanse herself.
With practice, she'd kept the entire ritual to only taking up an hour of her time. After all the exercises came a thorough wash and exfoliation, and taking care of her long hair, before carefully clipping, filing and buffing her nails. With all the major and minor bits done, she walked out of the bathroom with a serene smile on her lips, running a comb through her locks. Taking a seat on the sofa, she looked to the personal terminal and tapped the remote.
You have 2 New Video Messages, 8 New E-Mails and 4 Reminders. the screen displayed. Most of the e-mails easily sorted out with quick replies, and the reminders weren't actually needed. Stretching out a little, she got to the videos.
The first image to appear on the screen was that of a red-haired, curvy woman dressed in only a nightshirt, the timestamp reading at around two AM the night before. Adjusting the camera a little with her hand, she sat back and slipped her large framed glasses off.
Hey Dinah, I've got the first draft for those three scripts, think you could look through them when you next come over? Tabitha Cole asked. Dinah smiled a little as she listened to her friend explain the details and some known issues in each script. Tabitha was a writer of fiction, of all kinds, usually adult. After being introduced through a mutual friend, Dinah had taken a shine to the shy woman, and was working on getting her out of her shell.
Oh, before I finish this message up.. do... do you think you could bring Prom over with you the next time you visit, M-mistress? She added with a blush, before waving and quickly disconnecting the camera feed. The fact that Tabitha could be so nervous in sending a video message to Dinah amused her greatly.
The next message was not as interesting, in being from Michael Preston, the Unity Vigil's security officer about her recent performance. He was a rather serious man, and Dinah was of the opinion that he could -really- do with lightening up on occasion.
BODICIA? Dinah called out, heading to the kitchen area for a nice glass of fruit juice.
Yes, Dinah? And good morning by the way, I hope your new room was to your liking. If it is not, I shall cry. Cry and flog myself, and then possibly keel haul myself. I will already be drowning in guilt, being dragged across a hull under the ocean would not speed up the process.
Very well actually, thanks. Dinah chuckled. You're in rare form today. Any post for me? She asked, taking a long gulp of chilled, mixed summer fruit juice afterwards.
Actually, yes. The post has just arrived, you have a letter from Miami, Florida. Do you wish to for it to be delivered to your room, or collect it before breakfast? If the latter, need I remind you to put on some clothes before leaving your room?
Yeah, I'll just dry my hair and put some clothes on. Got to commute to Port Oakes soon anyway. Dinah replied. Could you get my usual ready for me?
Of course, Dinah. I will inform the cafeteria personnel to expect you soon.
Thanks B, you're a star. Dinah chuckled, before grabbing her hair-dryer. Life at the Tower, in Paragon in general, wasn't so bad... she'd made a lot of friends after all, including some very close ones such as Starborn. And had a few conquests too, some she even planned to revisit. Part of her couldn't help but wonder if she was starting to grow out of the Rogue Isles. Back there, her main ties now were her friend Roselin Thorne, who ran the Garden Jewels where she worked, and Jan Boa, who she did work for occasionally and was a patron of the Euromart that she snake-woman owned.
Standing with her arms spread, several small pores surfaced over her body from which a light fluid secreted itself. Rubbing it into her skin, it provided her with a sweet, subtle fragrance that wasn't overpowering. It had taken a while to get the mix just right. She pulled on a long flowing skirt in black and a white blouse that brought her cleavage together and enhanced the effect. Slipping on the gold and emerald necklace Roselin had got her for Christmas, she paused by the door out to the corridor.
With a smile, she picked up the photo of her and the dark skinned Promethea lying in bed together, her red hair draped over Dinah's pale figure. Promethea was the once in the lifetime girl, her soul mate. Someone who understood her desires, feelings, needs and wants. She even joined in with some on many an occasion.
Touching a finger to her lips, she brushed it over Prom's in the picture. That'll tide me over till I see you again, my Love. She said gently, before slipping out of her room.
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Dinah wandered to a free table in the spacious cafeteria in Unity Tower, carrying a tray with her breakfast on and her post, picked up at the reception desk. Various heroes, researchers and staff members were also seated and eating, and setting the mail to one side Dinah started on her breakfast of fruit, cereal, natural yoghurt and milk. Part of her attention was just on watching the people come and go, smiling to them, and eyeing up the occasional interesting one, giving them a wicked grin and a wink when they caught her eye back. It was enough to reduce some to blushes.
She glanced to her left as the holographic image of BODICIA beamed into the seat next to her, clad in a red dress. So, have you opened them yet? No, you have not opened them yet. You should open them, I am sure they will be interesting. BODICIA smiled, poking a slightly flickering finger at the letters.
I was waiting till I finished breakfast first, B. Dinah chuckled, pushing her tray away and starting to open each one. Let's see... bill, bill, check, invitation, newsletter... and now for the Florida one. Dinah smiled, opening it with a curious expression and starting to read from it. Her smile slowly faded, replaced by a rarely seen grave look.
Maybe not so much interesting as bad, then... what is up, Dinah? BODICIA asked, trying to peer at her face.
... I need to go to Florida, BODICIA. I don't care how, I need you to get me there. Dinah asked, folding the letter back up and tucking it into her handbag.
That bad?
It is to me... please? Dinah asked quietly, giving the AI a look that surprised her.
... Head on up to the roof, I'll prep the Unity Wing for launch. BODI quickly replied, her hologram flickering away. Dinah was out of her seat soon after, a hand in her bag for her cellphone as she moved to the lifts.
Roselin, this is Dinah, The woman began leaving a message on her boss' answer phone. I can't come in to work today, I'm sorry. I need to head to Florida to see an old friend. You know I wouldn't bail on you like this unless it was urgent. I'll explain tomorrow. Take care, Boss, and give my love to Julia. She finished, hanging up and putting her black smart phone away.
An old friend? BODICIA asked, her image being displayed on the elevator control pad.
My Mistress, BODICIA. My first Mistress. She's in a nursing home, and from the tone of the letter... just hurry, please? It's dated a week ago.
BODICIA would usually make a comment about phoning ahead, something suitably witty. But as inappropriate as she could be with her whimsical nature, she had her limits, and the usually calm and collected Dinah was clearly distressed. Of course. Unity Wing prepped for take off.
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A quick change to one of the roof service elevators took Dinah up to the top of the thirty one story skyscraper, where the high tech aircraft that the Unity Vigil used for rapid deployment was stationed. The rear access bay was open, and the steps down for her to head up into it. Quickly hurrying across the blustery rooftop, Dinah straightened her hair and walked through the futuristic passenger bay to the cockpit, carefully gathering her skirt before sitting.
In the pilots seat was BODICIA's main avatar, her blond and black striped hair in braids thanks to Dinah's handiwork.
Unity Tower, this is the Unity Wing requesting final take off clearance. BODICIA asked herself.
Unity Wing, this is Unity Tower. You are cleared for take off. Her own voice replied through the comms systems. It was somewhat bizarre to listen to the AI speak to herself. She did it for kicks mainly.
Thank you, BODICIA. You are always so helpful, and polite, and nice. More people should say that. BODICIA chuckled, even as she begun to initiate vertical take off. The Unity Wing rose up into the air, engines humming away as BODICIA pointed the craft south and begun their ascent.
You're welcome, BODICIA. And yes, they should. Have a safe journey.
The plane rose higher as they moved away from the centre of the city, clearing the cloud bank just after leaving its boarders. Several moments later, the craft went super-sonic, leaving Dinah to mull over her thoughts as the plane travelled south.
So... am I going to find out about who exactly I am taking you to see? BODICIA asked. Not that I am prying, but I do wish to be able to explain myself to Zorielle in full.
If she objects, just remind her of all the little services I do that I keep quiet about. Dinah chuckled without much humour before sighing. Her name's Judith Wainwright.
A socialite, daughter of theatre mogul Harold Wainwright. A quick check gave BODICIA the information.
That's right. When I first gained my abilities, I had no where else to go. Then I remembered the stories I heard about her among certain circles.
Her penchant for younger women and more... alternative entertainment, I suppose. BODICIA tried not to scoff. She still didn't really get the whole sex thing, or see the appeal.
I presented myself before her, and she took me in... spent a year under her guidance and tutelage before moving on. She helped turn my life around, gave me some direction. Dinah said softly.
Was this before or after your move to the Isles?
Before... I kept in contact occasionally after I left her service, but over time I was on the move more, and so we kept missing each others letters. That's what I kept telling myself. Till recently, I'd never thought actively about her.
Well, I will not say that I understand, because there are some things that elude my magnificent intelligence. But it is clear she means a great deal to you. Once I've dropped you off, you'll be able to use the satellite system to beam back to Paragon City. BODICIA explained.
Thanks... I'm going to try and get a bit of sleep now. Dinah nodded, settling back into her chair and closing her eyes. In actuality, it was more to focus her mind and prepare for the worst.
Of course, Dinah. Destination: Miami, Florida. ETA one hour and five minutes.
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It had been quarter of an hour since Dinah Ewers was dropped off, and she had walked slowly towards the Cedar Grove Retirement Home following BODICIA's instructions. Looking up at the large building from behind the wrought iron gate, it certainly seemed like a nice place. Pleasant and relaxing, an architecture style of an old, rich household. A place where her Mistress would feel right at home.
Taking a moment to compose herself, Dinah adjusted her clothing before pressing the buzzer.
Cedar Grove Retirement Home, hello? The crackling voice came from the speaker.
I'm here to see one of the residents, Judith Wainwright. Dinah spoke clearly.
Opening the doors for you, follow the driveway up. The answer came, and the door in the centre of one of the gates clicked as it unlocked.
As she walked along the path of the driveway up to the home proper, the German-born woman let her mind drift back to those first days having awakened with her powers, scared with unseen, untested potential, and remembering the adverts and words of her friends in the scene of Mistress Wainwright. That first meeting with Judith, sixty years old at the time. Fierce, powerful, and ultimately beautiful.
She carefully walled off those memories in her mind, to preserve them for what she would see today. Slipping past the main doors, she headed to the reception desk and smiled politely at the young woman there.
I'm Dinah Ewers, here to see Judith Wainwright. She said simply.
Alright, I'll need you to sign these forms and take a visitors pass... her first visitor in a long while, Mrs Ewers. The receptionist said, passing over the paperwork needed.
Miss. Dinah corrected. How long, and how long has she been in here?
Very well, Miss... I think her last visitor was around six months ago, and she's been here for a year. The words evoked emotions that Dinah couldn't comprehend at the moment. Anger was probably there. Sadness too. She shoved them out of the way and hurried on filling in the form, her handwriting neat and flowing.
How's her health?
You'll have to ask one of the staff, really. The receptionist apologised.
Fair enough, here you go. Dinah said. The receptionist knew. Dinah could pick out lies through her body language studies. Which means it must be bad.
Have a pleasant visit... it'll be nice for Judith to have some company.
Nodding once more, Dinah clipped the tag to her blouse and checked the small directions sheet printed off to her Mistress' room, her heels clicking on the corridor floor as she moved swiftly. A few of the male residents followed her challenging, sensual strut with great interest, and Dinah was her polite, friendly self as she made her way to the private rooms in the more expensive lodgings for residents.
Part of her was tempted to ask a staff member. But she wanted, no, needed to see her old friend. Stopping right outside of her room, Dinah drew in a deep breath. She focused her mind, pushing her emotions aside to remain cool, calm and collected for whatever she saw. Pushing back her dominant side and letting her mind slip into the trappings of a more submissive, and even somewhat younger her.
There was only one possible way to announce herself. She rapped on the door with her knuckles three times.
The powerfully toned and sultry, rich voice she used to hear was replaced with a weak, dry and tired one, but there were hints. Who is it?
Drawing herself up to her full six foot four, Dinah announced her presence. Mistress, it is Dinah. Will you receive me? It drew a slightly odd look from one of the janitors, but Dinah paid him no heed, had no shame or shyness.
... Dinah? Her Mistress' voice said after a moment with recognition and surprise. Of course... present yourself to your Mistress.
The words made her heart soar as she opened the door and smoothly shut it behind her in one motion, walking with head held high and excellent posture to the end of the bed to curtsey, hands going to the sides of her skirt. As she finally looked properly at her, she saw the aged form of one of her Mistress, machines and apparatus at her bedside beeping away as it monitored her.
In those eight years before, Judith Wainwright was a white haired queen, her body strong from exercise and healthy eating, her face beautiful even with the lines, always immaculate and well kept. Now, she was bedridden, various monitors and IV feeds strapped to and penetrating her pale, almost thin skin. Her hair was wispy and grey, and it seemed an effort for her to breath while sitting propped up on pillows.
Dinah was very glad she had put her emotions in that private, safe place in her mind.
My Dinah... you are as beautiful as ever. Judith said warmly, even if quietly.
Nothing to yours, my Mistress. Dinah replied, before moving to the side of the bed. She could feel the eyes on her as she carried herself with the same dignity, charm and grace as she had learned under this woman. Will you permit me to sit?
Of course, Dinah. Be seated.
The quick motion of which she pulled the chair towards her and sat properly made her Mistress smile.
You always were one of my most adept girls. Judith smiled, feebly reaching out with a hand made encumbered by the bulky device on one finger. And I am glad you still have the bearing of a Lady.
Taking it in her hand, Dinah smiled. Every time I contemplate slouching in public, I still feel the crack of the whip on me. And I've been complimented on that recently too, Mistress.
Excellent... you are my first visitor in months, you know? Judith replied, stroking a thumb across Dinah's hand.
Really? I find that hard to believe. Dinah lied perfectly. Nerves on being caught out and guilt made lies visible. She permitted neither. What of the other ladies, the other girls?
Moved on, my Dinah... or passed on. Judith sighed. You're the only one of my girls, my students, to visit me.
And had I found out sooner Mistress, I would have been at your side. Dinah stated. I only received the letter an hour and a half ago.
... Such diligence, my Dinah. I am proud of you. Judith replied. Though I thought you were in Etolie Islands? That is quite a way.
Friends in high places, Mistress. I've made powerful friends and associates.
Not Arachnos, Dinah? Judith said with a tone of disapproval.
No, Mistress. Dinah shook her head.
Good. I worried for you, my Dinah... that you would fall in with that group or their ilk, to use your incredible gifts for harm, and crime.
I am a hero now, Mistress. I help others, as I always have even on the Rogue Islands. She said, glancing up at her face. I work with the Unity Vigil, they got me here to see you. The approval, the happiness in Judith's expression made saying that worthwhile.
That is wonderful news, you were too good, too special for that place. And why have I not seen you on the news then, saving cities?
Because I do what's needed, Mistress. I do the things people trust me to handle with my experience, the dark side. I don't save planes or stop supervillains. I save people, Mistress. I take on the insidious threats, the darker side of human nature. Dinah admitted. It was the truth. The services she did for Zorielle Rolando, her boss, included facing some of the vilest, worst scum that humanity could scrape from the barrel. The things other heroes did not have the mindset to handle rationally.
Then I hope they take good care of you, my girl. Ms Wainwright worried, giving her a long look.
They do, Mistress. And I take care of them, with my other skills and talents. I've made good friends, and...
And?
She took out a photo from her bag, exactly the same as the one on her bedside table, and moved it over for Judith to see.
This here is my partner, Promethea. Dinah said proudly. We've been together for two years now.
And you didn't bring her to see me, Dinah? I must say I'm disappointed in you... Judith frowned, before she patted Dinah's hand gently. I am joking of course, my dear... she's beautiful, and it is clear that she makes you very happy. I am glad for you both.
I would have, but time was somewhat short, and Promethea has a lot of work to do... Dinah said gently. Thank you, Mistress. We're both very happy together, I'm glad you approve of her.
Slipping down in her bed a little, Judith looked appraisingly at Dinah. Still, I did not expect you to settle down, my Dinah. At least not so young.
Shaking her head a little, Dinah put the photo away. Oh, I'm still enjoying the company of others, Mistress. All perfectly above board. She grinned. There's too much to experience to embrace monogamy.
Aaaah, that explains it then, Dinah. Judith smiled, before resting back on her pillow with her eyes closed. You will have to excuse me If I fall asleep... not quite as robust and tireless as I used to be. She apologised.
I understand, Mistress. I'll be here when you wake up, of course. Dinah smiled softly. She wouldn't permit herself a worried expression yet. Her tutor used to be a woman of great vigour and energy, and some days Dinah swore she was more than human to take on all the tasks she had. Now she was older and wiser, Dinah had a good idea that it had sped up her Mistress' deterioration. Someone could only push themselves so far before it began to catch up to them...
I still remember that night, Dinah... She said between yawns. That night a scared girl in turmoil turned up on my doorstep. Such a... brave front on things. To see you now...
I remember it too, Mistress. And I remember leaving your service much more than I was before I came to you. Dinah said warmly. She had to admit her time with Judith was one of the more pleasant periods of her life.
Were there others? After me... She asked curiously.
Many others, Mistress. Men and women. All had something to teach me, some I had to teach them.
'Teach', Dinah? Her Mistress asked with a familiar hint in her voice.
Only when necessary. Those who were cruel for the sake of cruelty, insensitive, lacking in understanding and compassion.
If you say so, Dinah... Her reply trailed off as she drifted off to sleep.
The tall, pale woman stayed sat at the bedside for the couple of hours that the elderly woman was asleep, occasionally stroking the back of her hand. It pained Dinah to watch her laboured breathing, and as she observed her mistress' frailty and infirmity her mind drifted to her own mortality.
Well Miss Ewers, Zorielle began to speak, even as Dinah stood in one of the scanning chambers with a perfect 3D hologram of herself opposite, These scans have certainly revealed interesting things. It appears that your plant symbiont has integrated itself full with you, and altered your baseline physiology.
Could you be a little more specific? Dinah laughed, standing still as the scanning beams swept over her naked form.
I'll need to do a little more investigation, but it seems that in addition to the skeletal and muscular changes, plus as you already noted the changes to body fat and mammary tissues, that full neural connection has taken place. Plus your body exhibits an interesting change in respiratory functions. Zorielle mused, the dark haired scientist gesturing over the 3D form with one hand.
It seems that from the breath tests we took, you breathe out more oxygen, meaning your body either runs on carbon dioxide for respiration, or you can convert it back and forth internally between your different tissue types.
That's... rather outstanding. Dinah blinked. With her background in environmental sciences, she quickly put the pieces together. Raises new issues for me to not stay in the dark too long, as well.
Indeed, Dinah. Of course, it may be as Nightschild reminded you too, that you may experience a greatly extended lifespan. If you wish, I would be happy to help you discover as much about your unique physiology as I can. Zorielle Rolando, ever the polymath in the scientific arts, was the leader of the Unity Vigil, the group that had recruited Dinah for her special talents.
I think I'd like that, Zorielle. Dinah smirked. As the saying goes, you scratch my back, I'll scratch yours... incidentaly, if you ever wish for my company... She laughed as she saw the Hispanic woman's expression. Not in that capacity.
Dinah... Zorielle's voice cut off, her mistress' replacing it as she woke up.
Yes, Mistress?
Have you been here all this time?
Of course. Dinah nodded. It's coming up to lunch now, so you picked just the time to wake up.
Well, I can manage here by myself, so why don't you head off and get something to eat?
I'll be fine. Dinah stated adamantly.
You should eat, my Dinah. Judith replied, fixing her a firm look.
I'll catch the sun in a bit. Dinah returned the look. After a moment, Judith sighed.
Dinah, leave me alone for this. I would rather not have you see me spoon fed! She snapped in frustration, more at herself than her protege. She had her pride and dignity still.
I'll do it. Dinah said simply. I haven't come fourteen hundred miles to neglect my duties. See it as a form of hedonism, my Mistress. No different than those times on the yacht or in bed.
Judith stared at Dinah for a moment before laughing, soon turning into a cough. Taking a moment to catch her breath, she shook her head with a smile. I am not sure if I should tolerate such insubordination, Dinah.
Chastise me later, Mistress. The younger woman smiled, before glancing to the TV and hi-fi in the corner of the room. Do you wish to listen or watch anything, Mistress? I fondly remember-
Putting the music on for me before we ate, yes, I remember that too, Dinah. Nothing for the moment, but... perhaps later, after lunch, you would dance for me?
Dinah smiled as the door opened, one of the nursing staff coming in with a tray, a dark haired man with tanned skin and a pleasant hint of muscle revealed by his uniform's sleeves.
Afternoon Ms. Wainwright, we've got some lovely... woman come to visit you, I see. The man smiled at Dinah.
Bruce, this here is Dinah, a dear friend of mine. Lunch certainly looks and smells delicious.
Pleasure to meet you, Dinah. The young man, in his early twenties at least, smiled.
Likewise, Bruce. Dinah nodded with a warm smile, before glancing to Judith. Would it be alright if I took care of this? She asked, motioning to the dinner. I've had some experience with such things.
Well, if Ms. Wainwright says it's fine, then of course. Bruce replied, moving the table up from the end of the bed to put the tray on.
It is, Bruce, though I always enjoy your company. She said. Dinah smiled and stood up, getting the cutlery and starting to cut up her lunch into smaller bits before offering a forkful to her.
Well, seems like your lovely young lady friend has this all in hand, so I'll see you in a bit to collect the tray? Bruce said, before heading out with a wave. Bon appitite!
Looks like you've been indulging in a bit of hedonism already, Mistress. Dinah chuckled wickedly. He's certainly a gorgeous young man.
Very caring, Dinah. Quite attentive too, and good company. Judith said between mouthfuls, relaxing back a little into the pillows she was propped up with.
No comment, Mistress. Dinah said, concentrating on the task at hand.
You do have some experience with this, do you get many requests for this kind of treatment?
I get many requests, period. Her former student replied. There's lots of things people enjoy, and I tend not to shy away from most things.
The meal continued with general talk over the little things, and reminiscing about the past. Dinah spoke of the jewellers she worked in, and the helpful and kind boss she had, and the younger woman listened to her mistress' recollections of her time before she met Dinah, and after they parted. After the dessert of raspberry jello and strawberry ice cream, Dinah set the spoon down and sat back with a smile.
That was not too bad, was it, Mistress? Dinah said, before flicking some of her hair back. Is there anything else you require of me?
Well, perhaps that dance after you have had a few minutes, but other than that, no, thank you Dinah. It was not that bad... and your diligence is appreciated greatly.
Plus I get the distinct impression that you want me dancing when Bruce comes back in. Dinah added with a grin.
A woman -is- allowed to show off a few of her favourite things, Dinah. It is perfectly natural. Judith chuckled, before coughing a little and eyeing the glass and pitcher of water by her bedside table. In an instant, Dinah was up and pouring, before helping her to take little sips.
Thank you yet again, Dinah...
Anytime, Mistress. Dinah smiled warmly, setting the pair of items down before wandering to the foot of the bed, moving some of the nearby pieces of furniture out of the way. As she flexed her arms, every so often a glimpse of dark green vines could be seen entwined with her muscles, her enhanced musculature giving her some additional strength that came in use in many different tasks.
Judith watched with a slight smile on her expression. She had always known Dinah was different to most women when she first met her, and as Dinah prepared for her dance, the elderly woman let her mind drift back...
Judith remained seated in her chair, a stony expression on her face as she eyed the man pointing a shotgun at her. The sound of smashing glass had brought her and two of her students into the study to find a green-skinned man with a sawn-off shotgun, rummaging through the drawers in her desk.
You sit there. All you! The burglar laughed brutishly, his look and way of speaking identifying him as one of the Trolls. Where you keep good things? Things to sell! Things to buy Dyne with!
A young woman in a maid's outfit cowered near her mistress, her eyes wide with fear. With a slightly soothing sound, Judith ran a hand through the girl's long, dark hair. Let these girls out of the room and I will show you. There's no need for you to fire that weapon.
No! Not let them out of my sight The Troll barked.
The maid cowered again, and even Judith could feel her heart pounding faster. She had to keep a strong face on things though. She stole a quick glance at her other maid, a platinum blond haired woman with pale skin and a lush figure. The look of cold fury and determination in those blue eyes took her somewhat aback.
I won't leave your side, Mistress. Dinah whispered quietly. No matter what you say.
This is not the time to argue with me, girl. I-
STOP TALKING! The troll yelled. A dirt encrusted leather boot stomped onto the ground, breaking the floorboard underneath.
The dark haired maid started to slip into hysterics, sobbing. Amanda was one of Judith's newer 'students', and the girl was absolutely terrified. As much as Judith wanted to comfort the young woman, it was risky.
Judith drew in a breath as the Troll slammed the shotgun down on the bench and started to stride over. You crying, girl? Me give you something to cry about!
NO, you will NOT! Judith said sternly, adrenaline kicking in as she sat up, fixing an icy glare at the Troll, who didn't wither at all under it. Amanda's body was racked with sobs as the intruder got closer. It was then that Judith discovered some of the truth behind one of her quicker to learn students.
Dinah darted in front of the man, her hands lashing out to wrap around his wrists. Don't you -dare- take another step. She almost growled, her eyes full of hate.
Pushing his hands down, the Troll grinned cruelly and took one step closer, before screaming out in pain. Thorny brambles had sprung forth from Dinah's hands and wrists, wrapping around the Troll's and starting to dig in as they twisted and turned, gouging at his flesh.
Get out of here! Dinah snapped, her arms bulging slightly as she began to focus her strength on grappling her opponent. With a howl of pain and fury, the muscled figure drove his knee up into her stomach, before again into her head and kicking her back. As she staggered, the vines trailing from her hands began to snake out towards him, wrapping their way up his legs and across his body.
ARGH! The troll bellowed. I kill you, freak! I RIP YOU APART!
Bringing her head up and spitting out a thick, almost amber like glob of liquid, Dinah gave him a wicked smile. Her clothing distended in places for a moment, before with a series of loud rips in quick succession the material fell to the floor. Judith and Amanda could only watch in dumbfoundment as long, dark green thorns sprouted from under Dinah's skin,
Bring it. Was all Dinah said, before breaking into a full run at the Troll. Sharp tipped thorns shot and sprayed from her body as she charged, those that hit doing so with a sickening splatter of blood. As she fell upon the now surprised troll, she wrapped herself around him and grunted slightly as her protruding defences drove into his body, branching off into vines to further damage him.
With a gurgle, the burglar's head dropped back, and Dinah slowly extracted herself from him, blood and her own 'sap' running down her body, with tears in her eyes.
Don't look at me, Mistress... just take Amanda and head to the penthouse, leave this to me.... just, -don't- look at me. Dinah sighed. I... I apologise.
Judith looked at her student for a long moment as she took up position, reaching down to draw up the hem of her skirt a bit. Are you ready, my Dinah?
Always, Mistress. Dinah smiled, curtseying a little once more before she began to move to the rhythm of a slow, sensual song she found on one of the radio stations. Having slipped out of her shoes, her bare feet sunk into the carpet as she stepped and moved with grace, her skirt moving with her and being skilfully manipulated by her hands.
She twirled and spun to the music, her hips shaking here and her toned stomach flexing as she gave teasing and alluring little motions with her entire body during the dance. Even the flicks of her head, and so hair too, were perfectly controlled. She danced to the song, and made each note her own. The opening of the door as Bruce backed inside with the trolley cart did not even disturb her. Simply another person to watch.
As she moved with the music, she caught sight of the look on Judith's face, her mistress' eyes rapt on her and a smile that threatened to become a grin on her thin lips as she watched her student perform for the first time in years. As the music came to an end and Dinah curtseyed, she found herself patting her hands on her chest. The only way she could really clap.
... Wow. Bruce muttered, before clapping enthusiastically. That was quite the show, Dinah!
Why thank you, Bruce. Dinah grinned, strutting back to sit at Judith's bedside.
Very well done, my dear girl... I haven't smiled like that in years. Judith told her with a fond look. You still dance with that passion and grace I remember so well...
You're a lucky woman, Ms Wainwright. Anyway, I'll just take your tray back, hope you enjoyed your meal?
Of course, Bruce. My compliments to the chef as always. She nodded, before settling back against her pillow. Dinah flashed the nurse another smile as he left the room, before reaching across to take Judith's hand once more.
Can we talk a while, my dear Dinah? Judith asked.
Of course, Mistress. Do you have any topics in mind? Dinah replied, attentive to her as always.
And so began one of their old pastimes, to debate, to discuss and reminisce. Remembering old friends, old rivals, talking over the world's problems and issues. Judith was impressed with how far Dinah's knowledge of the world had come along. Her tuition after leaving her service just reaped more benefits for the young woman.
As they talked away the afternoon, the light outside dimmed, and so did the energy of Dinah's mistress. Taking frequent naps, dropping off mid conversation, and the saddest thing for Dinah was hearing the gradual creep of fog and clouding of her tutor's memory. Dinner came and went...
And I still remember taking you and Gina to see The Mikado... though we both knew that lovely girl did not quite appreciate the satire. Judith whispered, before gulping. Dinah, my dear, could you get me some more water? She asked with a smile.
Of course, I believe there was a tap outside. Dinah nodded, rising smoothly and taking the now empty pitcher. Heading to the door, she turned and curtseyed to her mistress, before slipping outside.
Watching her leave, Judith Wainwright smiled and sunk back against the pillows, closing her eyes with a relieved sigh. Her Dinah was here, and everything would be taken care of.
You wished to see me, Mistress? Dinah asked, standing in front of the desk dressed in her uniform.
I did, Dinah... Ms Wainwright nodded, regarding the blond girl for a long moment. I believe it is time that I released you from my service.
... I see. Am I to be given a reason for my dismissal? Dinah asked, her face stoic, but her blue eyes showing the hurt those words caused her. She watched as Ms Wainwright walked over to her and gently cupped a hand to her cheek.
Not dismissal at all, Dinah... you are my brightest and most promising pupil I have had in years... there is nothing left I can teach you though, and so much more you can learn. As much as I enjoy your service, and your help with training the new girls, it should be many years before you have to take on that burden and joy. So go forth, Dinah... learn under and teach over others, learn as much as you can from as many people as possible. And carry on that Wainwright spirit and air. Judith smiled warmly. You've done me so proud.
Dinah allowed her lip to tremble for a moment, before leaning in to place a gentle kiss on her Mistress' lips.
Goodbye, my Mistress. Fairwell.
There was no need to replace the breathing mask. Dinah looked over the still form of Judith, the filled pitcher of water sitting on the bedside table. With a thoughtful expression, Dinah grew a single blue flower from her forearm, snipping it from her with her thumbnail before placing it in the pitcher.
BODICIA? Dinah asked over commslinks.
Yes, Dinah?
Bring me home. Please. The last word caused her voice to buckle as she spoke it, tears running down her face even as the bluish light enveloped her body.
[u]Fin.[u]
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