|
Post by Kooshmeister on Jul 15, 2006 7:58:06 GMT -5
"To be honest," he continued, "I wasn't sure how I felt about the idea of military service when the Air Marshall asked me to join the intelligence division. I had counted myself fortunate to be a member of a wing of the Empire that rarely saw combat, but I guess my sense of adventure won out over my reluctance."
|
|
|
Post by Norris on Jul 16, 2006 1:19:25 GMT -5
"That happens," shrugged Padd. "But I think I've done enough shop-talk for today. Isn't there anything else you'd like to talk about?"
|
|
|
Post by Kooshmeister on Jul 16, 2006 7:25:21 GMT -5
"Shop talk? Oh, uh, I apologize," he said with a small nod, chewing his lower lip. "I do tend to just chatter off a bit if unchecked." He ate another bite of fly load, his next to last as it turned out, and then sat back in his chair, thinking. He was morbidly curious about all of the "paraphenalia" in Padd's room...
"Well, without talking about the war, the mammals, or our respective careers, I guess we could always talk about more personal things," he said, and immediately mentally kicked himself for it.
|
|
|
Post by Norris on Jul 17, 2006 0:47:03 GMT -5
Padd just grinned as Renfield mentioned "personal". She knew he was feeling awkward about her collection of items in the room.
"I'm a collector of torture devices," Padd answered, still smiling. "The Empire might not find any use for them, but I do. Let's just say that they're my own way of correcting myself."
|
|
|
Post by Kooshmeister on Jul 17, 2006 10:18:44 GMT -5
"What? 'Correcting yourself?'" Renfield parroted back, blinking, turning to again look at the various impliments of torture. Awkward was an understatement. Did she really mean she used these things on herself? Renfield had his doubts, since most of the device didn't look like they could be used on oneself.
|
|
|
Post by Norris on Jul 18, 2006 1:21:11 GMT -5
"Oh, yes," Padd nodded, widening her smile. "I get worried if there is no feeling in my body, so I use these to make sure that it still works. Sometimes, if I forget something like filling in a form, I use these to put myself in line."
|
|
|
Post by Kooshmeister on Jul 18, 2006 21:14:54 GMT -5
"You're serious? I mean, I thought you said you usually did the, er, pain inflicting," Renfield said, albeit without a hint of mockery. More like surprise. Padd, the chief torturer for the Empire's intelligence division, was also a masochist?
|
|
|
Post by Norris on Jul 19, 2006 1:22:17 GMT -5
"I do," nodded Padd. "But that doesn't mean I don't inflict pain on myself every now and then."
|
|
|
Post by Kooshmeister on Jul 19, 2006 17:31:57 GMT -5
"I see," Renfield said, then loosened his necktie and shirt collar, clearing his throat, suddenly feeling extremely claustrophobic. What unnerved him more than Padd's apparent sadomasochism was the fact he amazingly didn't find it terribly shocking. It wasn't like he lacked experience in such matters, since back during his time as Toad TV's number one star when he could have anything he wanted, like any star in his position he experimented quite a bit, and, against his better judgement, he told her as much. "Truly remarkable, Major. You know, I have to admit, I've... experimented once or twice before."
|
|
|
Post by Norris on Jul 20, 2006 1:22:15 GMT -5
"Really?" Padd raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "How did you feel afterward?"
|
|
|
Post by Kooshmeister on Jul 20, 2006 12:21:09 GMT -5
He frowned, looking down in thought. How had he felt? It had been so long since then and he'd been concentrating so much on his undercover work that he rarely thought much about his old lifestyle beyond the fact he missed the food and the company of his own kind; certainly he didn't dwell for long on his opinion of a few nights' worth of kinky fun with girlfriends.
Finally he said, "Well, to be honest, I don't really remember exactly how I felt. But I did it more than once so it couldn't have been that bad." He chuckled and refilled his swampwater.
|
|
|
Post by Norris on Jul 21, 2006 1:14:04 GMT -5
"You get used to it after a while. If you like, we could always see if we can get those old memories to come back." she grinned, stroking her finger around the rim of her glass.
|
|
|
Post by Kooshmeister on Jul 21, 2006 12:59:36 GMT -5
Renfield's eyes widened. Was she serious? He took a swig from his own glass and then said, "Uh, are-- are you serious? I mean, uh, r-right now?"
|
|
|
Post by Norris on Jul 22, 2006 0:23:37 GMT -5
"Why not?" Padd whispered seductively. "It's a long journey ahead of us, and we have all the right equipment here."
|
|
|
Post by Kooshmeister on Jul 22, 2006 12:11:54 GMT -5
Renfield's mind scrambled for the right thing to say, as well as do. A part of him was telling him to get out of there as fast as he could. As far as he knew, despite the fact they'd left her behind on Genus, Vernita was still interested in him, and here he was, about to cross the threshhold, so to speak, with Major Padd. What would Vernita think? Or say when she found out?
The other half of him was tired of being cautious and wanted to just have some fun. Padd was attractive, after all, and aside from his "date" with Vernita in his office, he'd gone without the company of a female for some time now. Nevertheless, he remained indecisive, at least for the moment.
"I, uh, I dunno," he said. "It's, erm, been a while for me, except for, *ahem!* you-know-who..."
|
|