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18+ WELCOMING PARTY!

There's balloons everywhere! Noise makers, champagne, food, and loud music, it's a fanfare party like never seen before and EVERYONE IS INVITED~!

Welcome to the good ship Friendly Relations! We'll be departing on our pleasure cruise through time and space for however long our glorious space emperor deems appropriate! So enjoy the party, kiss a friend, look out for the strange 18+ orgy ball rolling around, it's the Relation Ship!

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Damn. How did it not intimidate him? She was taller. She could break him merely by holding him. What was worse, his words actually had an effect on her.

Desires, Daisy had a lot. While how attractive she really was was answered by the looks she'd have while at the gym, having someone actually have the courage to say it to her face was another thing entirely.

She still frowned. And yet mentally, she froze for an instant, her rapid-firing mind processing everything about this elven-eared man. She also thought of her ancient memories of trying to be a ballerina, and how it melded well the moment she learned how to wear the MJOLNIR...

Her big chest mushed against his own, and leaned her blond head down until her forehead touched his. By how high up Haer'Dalis was, and how small he was in comparison to the amazon, it was a wordless show of possessiveness.

"Because I want to cast it on others sometime," Daisy smiled evilly, "and if that is the price you ask... then you will tell me how. Deal?"

Her nose bumped close to his. Her lips leaned close to his. One hand snuck underneath the bard to hold him up by an ass-cheek.

There were a few things Daisy would likely come to know about Haer'Dalis in the near future, and one of the most important things was that he was never intimidated, only intrigued. Show him a horde of ravaging demons charging towards them, and it will merely excite him. Let him see that the ship is spiraling down towards a supernova and it will be mere minutes before they're all cooked and he'll laugh gleefully. A gorgeous woman who towered head and shoulders above him, who can break him in half, and had the grace and finesse of a ballerina didn't merely excite him, it turned him on.

So when she tugged him in closer in her strong warm arms, feeling a bit like he'd taken the role of some damsel being swept off their feet, it was all he could to not to lean his face down and bury his face in her bosom. He breathed an almost dreamy sort of sigh as she explained how she'd love to use it on others sometime, and he couldn't help but think he really had found quite the amazing catch this time. Just as their lips were about to touch, and that angel faced vixen so boldly groped him he thought he might lose his pants, he brought a finger up between their lips.

"I could tell you how, but it very likely would do you little good unless you were well versed in the art of the bard. Not even the most skillful bards in Sigil could hope to attempt what I just did for fun right now, and you my dear nightingale, I suspect have yet to sing. A scoundrel I may be, but I shall not lead a lady on in thinking I can teach the nearly impossible in even just a year's time. But..."

He paused, rubbing his chin and considering her reasons for wanting to know for a moment... "If you would indulge my curiosity for a full evening, I could perhaps craft a magical flute for you that would do the work for you."

One finger was all it took to have her move back. She turned quiet for a moment.

She hadn't really quite believed the saying about music being magic, but after the things she was seeing in this very ship, it was all turning possible. It would make sense this man would require to be a master in playing music in order to use magic... in a twisted sense.

Of course, she also wanted to think he was lying, and as he rubbed his cheek, and offered a new flute... Daisy let him back down on his feet. Precisely leaving his eye level at the height of her chest.

"Very well," she offered a hand, hip strutting close at the level of his stomach, "what are you curious about me?"

Haer'Dalis heaved a heavy sigh when she put him back down, robbed of intimacy by his own sense of fair play. Truly fate was a cruel mistress, but who was he to betray its call? As he was planted back down on his feet, his eyes at level with that impressive bosom once more, he shook his mane of hair and looked up at her with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, taking her hand in his.

"Everything about you. Where you came from, what are your hopes, your dreams, and your ambitions in life? What sort of things inspire and drive you to do whatever it is that you do? How did a lady of your stature learn such finesse with her form? You obviously have some measure of training as a warrior, which suits the physical potential you were born with, but why? Come, sit with this bard for a time and we can swap grand tales and share drinks. This is a party is it not? I rather suspect we may be seeing more of one another in the days that are to come on this voyage of the damned, and I certainly would like to know more about the most beautiful woman on this ship."

There again was one of the things about Haer'Dalis... oftentimes when he lied it sounded like the truth, and oftentimes he could make the truth sound like a lie. There was no denying the fact that he had made dozens of party goers dance beyond their control, and the chaos that followed was far from your average drunken mania. Was he really simply interested in knowing her as a friend? Perhaps a close intimate friend? Or was he measuring what sort of threat she could be? It was impossible to say... perhaps all or none of those were really the reasons he wanted to know.

He hopped up on top of the bar with the skill of an acrobat, using it as his seat since Daisy was already so tall. He poured each of them drinks, although it seemed he wasn't interested in drinking much in the way of alcohol himself. Truth be told, he couldn't hold his liquor that well, and he didn't want to do anything foolish that he didn't intend to do. "Perhaps you could start with your name dear Nightingale, though I no doubt shall still call you by the songbird I perceive you as."

The first thing Daisy noticed after letting him down was that odd hair color. Cyan. She did notice Cpt. Smoker's own, it was still something she had yet to become accustomed to in time. The mediums to dye hair to the root existed in her world, but... not like this, not naturally.

Daisy shifted back and crossed her arms, turning her back to him, "I won't be able to tell you anything that's classified, just so you know." Less out of loyalty towards Dr. Halsey or ONI, but more towards her fellow Spartans. She turned her blond head back, and actually sat beside him, towering her blond head over him, "but... I am a warrior, from a world where we left our planet. You haven't even seen me move in a suit half a ton heavy."

Which was why she had the agility of a ballerina and the muscles of a greek athlete.

"But, even my bosses have chosen to stop putting red tape over my previous ops," Daisy pressed her breasts together with her biceps, smiling to the bard, eyeing him as he sat over the bar itself.

'Swapping spit', as she overheard from spooks once. Exchanging intel for intel.

"My name is Daisy," she answered as she neared her eyes to Haer'Dalis, "I'm a Spartan. A special kind of warrior." She rose a finger, "and you? Since when can a bard make people move at will?"

"Someday I should like to see you in your full armor, you might make quite the dashing knight in shining armor so to speak." In his time traveling the planes, Haer'Dalis had seen many wondrous things and the way she spoke about classified operations, leaving her planet, and the name Spartan? He suspected she was much more than simply a knight from some world's royal guard, she was much more likely a special agent for the most extreme and dangerous cases her world had to offer... or perhaps even her galaxy. For any other from Toril or the prime material plane this might be a rather difficult concept to swallow, but Haer'Dalis?

"Ah, a Rose by any other name is just as sweet no? Daisy then, if you would like to know more about this bard I can tell you now there is more to tell than one evening could encompass, and much of it almost as secretive and dark as your own past perhaps." If there was one thing Haer'Dalis was good at, it was filling in missing pieces, and the fact that she even had classified information she could not tell him spoke volumes about the kind of work she'd had to do in her lifetime. He respected her for it, but he fully knew now rather than simply suspected that the skill behind her muscles could turn a man to pulp.

"I am an actor and a poet, a composer and a musician, but beneath this pretty poet's skin, I am a planeswalker and a doomguard. Above all, I am a tiefling: I am a half-elf and while my father was of the fair folk, my mother was no human. Perhaps you might consider me to be alien in that regard, but I assure you that humans have also reached corners of the cosmos many have not even begun to dream of." He did actually take a swig from a bottle of liquor after that, as his past was hardly pretty and most likely quite a fair bit darker.

"Tell me Daisy... you are a warrior, have you seen war? True war? They say that war is hell, but imagine if you will a war in hell, where hordes of demons fight hordes of devils in a never ending onslaught of order versus chaos? I have fought on the front lines in the Bloodwar, using blade and song to scatter my enemies and slice them to ribbons, only for hundreds more to take their place. I have seen more ugliness and beauty in my time than many a poet could dare to dream of, and yet I always yearn to see and to learn more of what the vast universe has in store." He placed the empty bottle down on the bar, starting to feel delightfully numb and definitely noticing the way she seemed to enjoy teasing him with that impressive bosom of hers. Perhaps it was intentional, or perhaps not, but he was enjoying it either way.

"As to how a bard can make people move at will? They say elves have always had an affinity for enchantment and charms, using that to sway the hearts and minds of others like some bewitching fey, but my skill is something that I have learned through years of practice alongside my fellow tieflings. Any bard can move people through the power of song, it simply requires the right soulful melody to play upon the mood of those around them. It's easy to bend someone's will to do something that can be but a latent desire until you pluck the right heartstrings, but to make someone do something against their own will? That is a horse of a different color, or so the old saying goes. It takes most skilled bards centuries of practice to master that particular trick, but a bard tempered by war? Well... he might learn it in but a few years time." It was fascinating really. Daisy said so little but Haer'Dalis was able to infer so much from it, so he felt the need to say so much to let her know almost just as much... and yet unless she was familiar with the planes she would probably know even less about him than he had learned about her.

Daisy sighed, and shook her head, "you wouldn't be able to tell me apart from other Spartans in full armor." She then turned to the man with a smirk, "it would be funny to see you accidentally hit on the burliest guy Spartan, though."

In a strange way... it felt good to be flirted on. Adored. Told she is beautiful... Her arms then rested over the bar, as she continued.

"Disappointingly? I am a human," she didn't reveal why or how she got that strong, "but... yes." She resisted the urge to rest her chin over the bar, as she thought of the days before this cruiser.

Seven years. That was how long the war took, and with no end in sight.

"We were at war with an alien collective. The Covenant. A group of races that declared humanity heresy. They have declared total war on humanity," eyes turned glassy for a moment, glancing up, as she combed her blond hair aside. Her voice sounded solemn. Without the teasing. "We have lost a lot. But so have they. We have achieved victories. We've learned of commanders we've shamed from their defeats to be sent off to be tortured for their failures. But in five years, it hasn't stopped."

She wanted many times to be part of the handful exception to Spartans not drinking. But they knew well the risks.

Daisy then glanced up at Haer'Dalis, and rose a hand above him to keep him in balance, "sometimes I would sneak off and consult the library for fairy tales and shit when I was a little kid," she said with half the honesty, "and it was actually fascinating... but I never thought I'd actually meet a pier piper head on."

She pressed her big chest against the table, and poked Haer'Dalis' forehead.

"You never know, perhaps I'd find them equally as dashing." Haer'Dalis chuckled, toying with the top of his bottle between two fingers. He wasn't exactly the most bisexual tiefling on the planes, but when many of the entities you might take as a lover were so alien, you don't always become so choosey about genders. In Daisy's case, he had more than enough reason to find her exceptionally attractive, but that could possibly apply to many of the Spartans. He suspected she had a much more playful and rebellious side than most of the other warriors in her team, so he would probably be quite glad he was meeting her rather than Master Chief.

"Contrary to what you may believe, I find humans to be far from disappointing. Plentiful you may be, but humans are one of the most adaptive and innovative species I have had the opportunity to meet. Perhaps that raw potential is what scared this covenant, because there is nothing quite as fanatical as religious fanatics. At least your war is one I think you can have pride in having fought, protecting your entire race from extinction is a noble cause. I was drafted into a war as pointless and endless as the hells ever are, and yet through that war I learned more than I had in any of my other years of life. War may be hell, but they say that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger and I believe that those who survive war are not merely strong of arm... but of heart." Haer'dalis leaned closer and laid his hand against Daisy's heart... which was also conveniently between her impressive breasts.

He withdrew his hand, but only so that he could wrap his arm around her shoulder. "I think I've learned quite a bit more about you in just a few seconds than I had initially anticipated I'd learn Daisy. So tell me, are you still interested in my procuring a flute for you to play melodies to entrance the masses? And would you perhaps be willing to let me learn a bit more about the intricacies of your heart?" He arched an eyebrow a bit suggestively at that last part, since he had laid his hand upon her heart mere moments before and was subtly implying he could go further but was first and foremost... a gentleman.

Adaptive. Innovative, instead of imitative. Daisy remembered hearing the same line mentioned regarding humanity in comparison to the Covenant. Who in spite of suffering great losses at times, never once changed their strategies. Sometimes... it seemed humanity was indeed blessed with that same creativity, given the fanatical idiocy of their enemies.

She turned and lowered her blond head to let his hand caress it if he wanted. Daisy had a long, tumultuous life, with regrets and revelations she had told nobody. But she could be proud for what she was doing. Finding a purpose in spite of it all.

Her body slowly moved towards his hand, in turn, almost an invitation to grab them if that hand remained too long in there. When an arm wrapped around her shoulder, Daisy leaned forward until his hand lowered once again. This time, her chest pressed against the hand, allowing it to grope them. At first sight, breasts only appropriate for someone two meters tall. But Haer'Dalis' hand would not be able to grope and hold one massive mound from a massive woman.

"You will have to earn that knowledge. There are things you won't ever know. Out of respect for my friends," Daisy said as she pressed her chest further on, until it mushed against his body. Her blond head leaned against his, "but for a start... I like teddy bears, gardens, and fairy tales."

He certainly was tempted to grope and to caress and outright bury his face in her breasts, no matter their size they were still impressive for elf standards. Yet rather than let his hand grope those breasts he slowly let their bodies mesh together into a warm embrace, so that her chest was pressing up against his own, the added height of the bar helping Haer'Dalis be at the proper height so his face wasn't buried in her bosom. He let both arms slip around her, and hold the strong beautiful woman warrior in his arms, feeling... perhaps the first sparks of love? It was hard to say... but she was certainly the kind of woman that inspired bards like him, and their physical attraction seemed to be mutual in this instance.

"Ah my lovely flower, it seems that while the secrets of your heart may be kept tightly within your breast, the secrets of the body long to be uncovered. One could say I am a living fairy tale, a gypsy and a wanderer of the planes of existence themselves, and sometimes my heart yearns for things I know I can never have. Tell me my dear flower, aren't you the slightest bit concerned about the idea of being pollinated by this buzzing little bee? Because given the chance, I would leap through the fires of hell just to caress your fair skin, and to kiss your tender lips." He kissed her neck rather than her lips, planning to slowly tease her and work his way up to that so he might be able to convince her to take them somewhere a bit more private.

It seemed odd in some respects, but he sort of fancied the idea of her sweeping him off his feet. Perhaps it was because she was two feet or so taller, stronger, and in his mind, a knight in shining armor. She probably would never be able to dispel him of that particular fantasy.

Daisy's breasts pushed against his chest, pressing and mushing up. She arced her waist towards him as his arm wrapped around her. Either on a show of attraction or domination, Daisy leaned her forehead onto his, hiding her surprise at the fact he didn't grab her -- and halfway satisfied she tried establishing that dominance at first.

She extended her neck to her lips. Her right hand combed his silvery hair, and her left held him tightly, "I make my own fate. I've long since decided that," she said, "but I have no intention of making a family yet, if that's what you're asking.... I wouldn't be a good mother."

The amazon slowly stood up, breasts grinding upwards, pressing against his upper chest, then his neck, and finally his mouth and chin.

"But who's saying who's pollinating who?"

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