Making swift steps Sumr brought herself to the precipice of the radio station by the drawbridge where she laid a hand atop the poorly fabricated wall and stared out to the origin of the crackling noises she had been hearing. There, dancing just outside the mist with a strange spear she hadn't seen before was Parc, he was surrounded by shamblers all charging and lunging towards him at once but he was too quick for them to catch him as his body would fade away into a flurry of feathers leaving behind a decapitated shambler or two before he reappeared seconds later not far away where he would only continue to be assaulted by even more of the walking soulless.
'How is he doing that?' Sumr gaped at the scene of Parc using what looked to be a semblance much like hers, but he said he didn't have an aura, he even showed he didn't, even now she could faintly see the pristine white bandage wrapped around his palm where he dragged the edge of his dagger across to prove himself.
The horde of shamblers was quickly being whittled down until there was only one left at which point Parc stepped away, spear spinning in a flourish before he roughly swept diagonally across the air forming sparks of electricity that swayed across the air rushing towards the shambler and entered its pitch-black body sending violent spasms through it before it could take it no more and abruptly burst into a cloud dark mist.
Parc was left softly panting and wiped sweat from his brow and impaled the gold and white spear into the ground with his attention on the mist searching for anymore grimm that wanted to make themselves know to him and his toy.
In his stillness Sumr was stuck staring at his back, his wide shoulders and the strong aura he seed to exude. So strong was it that she felt the urges that had been rising in her since the incident with Ferry was growing evermore powerful, drawing her to nibble on her lip and gain a heated flush to her cheeks.
Which upon realizing what was happening she quickly snapped out of it and sent a rough slap across her cheek, 'Nope, not getting horny for the first boy I see in ten years, nope, no way, not happening. I've got Tai and Tai is enough.'
Having heard the soft, fleshy slapping noise from behind him Parc turned to face Sumr, still panting and wiping sweat from his brow before raising a hand up and giving her a light wave, "yo, Ferry doing alright?" he asked plucking the storm spear from the ground using the butt of it as a cane as he walked up to Sumr who herself was crossing the moat cleared of grimm shamblers.
Releasing a trembling huff Sumr forced her redness down and replied, "she is alright," the re thought of reminiscence to the things she heard proving too much for her paleness to not go her nasake rosy hue.
"Yeah, sorry about that," he chuckled casting his eyes past Sumr to the radio station while Sumr just gave him a tilted look as she tried to figure out what he had to be sorry about.
"What do you an? It's not your fault, It was bound to co up at so point though I wasn't expecting to have to be there when she was doing it" the last part a soft murmur barely audible to Parc.
"Actually, it's very much my fault," he chuckled feeling a cool breeze wash against his back biting through his lightly wettened shirt. Leaning towards Sumr, the woman in question leaned back about to ask what exactly it was he was doing but was stopped when he spoke up first, "don't run, I'm not going to do anything to you. At least, not unless you want to," he winked at her only getting a sharp glare from her in return. "Anyways, sll ."
"Excuse ?" she exclaid.
"Sll . Tell what I sll like to you." He could see the obvious repulsion his question was setting off in her, "trust Sumr, if I wanted to do anything to you it wouldn't be by getting you to sll . I'm trying to show you sothing. So just sniff . Just this once."
Still put off, Sumr replied, "fine, but you try anything and-"
"You'll string up by my guts and leave to the shamblers, yeah, I get it."
"Good," her lips wriggled as her body untensed letting her fully take in her closeness to Parc, with just a few centitres between them. A distance that forced her mind into fireworks screaming how she was married, to think of Tai. Leaning towards Parc, Sumr brought her nose close to his presented, sweat glazed neck and began to breath in a faint sll of a flower gardens and rainy days. It was a comforting sll, one she hadn't had for a very long ti.
It brought her eyes to a narrowed shut and lead her to bringing herself closer to Parc until her nose ended pressing into the supple skin of his throat. Hands raised and pressed into his chest while he brough a hand round and set it on her lower back, right above her bottom. Parc himself smirking at how entranced Sumr had beco to his attracting scent.
When her mind ca back to her, her eyes bolted open and her muscles froze leaving her stuck staring at the side of Parc's neck. The feeling of his hand pressing into her back fully waking her and bringing her to pulling herself away from him with a bright red taken to her pallor.
"Ah, ehm, uh," she stuttered breaking away from Parc and stepped twice away from him. All the while Parc had a knowing grin taken to his expression. "What, uh, what exactly was that?" able to tell that what she had done was not a normal reaction she guessed it likely had to do with what Parc was trying to show you.
"My sll," he answered simply, "you know how faunus have better eyes and senses than normal humans right?" Sumr nodded, "well, I naturally sll like a woman's favourite thing. Basically my body lets out a certain arrangent of pheromones that make won attracted to . I'm guessing because of Ferry's sensitive nose and being stuck in an enclosed space where my scent collected turned into a powerful aphrodisiac for her." He pondered while Sumr still looked doubtful.
"That sounds a lot like a semblance and your saying you just naturally do this? Wouldn't that make you enemy number one to all the won on remnant?"
"As I said, it's probably because Ferry's a faunus. For most won it's a more mild effect."
Sumr ended up letting out a sigh of exhaustion after a few monts of twitching cheeks and said, "remind to never leave you in a room with Ferry or any of my daughters"
Rolling his shoulders, Parc added, "if they feel like being in a room alone with , I don't think you'd be able to stop them, or the things we'll be doing."
A vein bulged on Sumr's forehead and her expression turned dark, "Parc, I advise you to be very careful. You touch my daughters, and I will end you."
"You're really full of threats, aren't you?"
"When a random boy appears out of nowhere with a weird thingmajig about slling good and says he'll be doing 'things' to my babies, yes. I'm going to be threatening you to no end."
"Eh, I can live with that," he shrugged and spun the storm spear around catching it right below the tip on the handle with his other hand and held it out to Sumr, "this, is for you."
Sumr scanned the weapon with a curious eye, just where did it co from? And why was he offering it to her? It did peak her craftswoman itch from is intricate twirling of two tals and ornate double ended blade. It looked so beautiful, especially when compared to her makeshift spear of a twig and a flint piece. Reaching out, she gently took it into her hands getting to feel the abundant and calming weight of an actual weapon. "It's beautiful," she flourished the spear while Parc took several steps away to avoid getting skewered. A bright smile crossing her face as utmost happiness filled her.
She ended her little performance with her own pirouette and rapid slash that sent out a dance of crackling electric sparks that ca much too close to Parc's body for comfort.
"Ha-hahahah!" Sumr giggled, eyes sparkling like they were stars as she rubbed her fingers over each and every inch of the weapon. Even poking the blue lightning dust crystal could be dislodged from the spear but found it unable to even budge and inch. Co her laughters passing, she locked onto Parc, "why are you just giving this to ? Isn't it yours? Where did you even get it from? It wasn't with you when you arrived."
"Does it matter?" he asked, "just take it, it's a good weapon. Just called the Storm Spear if you were wondering." Parc lowered his hand to his satchel and undid the strap keeping it shut and pulled it open to dig his hand in and pull out a nondescript plastic bottle filled to the brim with so of the clearest water Sumr had seen in a long ti. "Catch," he tossed it to her and she quickly snatched it from the air.
Staring at the bottle then to Parc satchel which looked much too small to hold a bottle of this size. Her mouth fell open about to ask sothing when Parc whistled and removed two lunch boxes which seriously shouldn't have fitted into sothing he was hanging at his hip. Also holding it out her, she took it in silence, just blinking furiously in confusion. "Where did this- what is that- just- huh?"
"You're asking a lot of questions for a woman who looks like a twig went on a diet. Just take these and head back to Ferry, you two could do with so actual food."
"What- no- but where did this co from? This shouldn't fit in there but it does?"
"Yes, yes it does, now no more questions, go feed yourselves while I keep myself busy." He grabbed Sumr's shoulders and forcefully spun her around, pushing her over the bridge and into the compound. "I'll be outside if you need ."
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Theres going to be alot of actual plot coming up, this is mostly just for setup until we can get to the point where it will start becoming more frequent.
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