Fantasy Trinity Crescent School For The Talented *Main* ( Closed )

[Dr.Wankpants]

Abbadon was pissed at War's outburst. Sure there was a blade rotting away his insides, but he took it a bit far. Then he heard the voice of a AI.

"Yeah like I have control over a being who has fought for millions of years..." Abbadon stood up and brushed himself off. The wound completely disappeared as it wasn't in his human body."I could you some needle and thread to sew up the wound before healing kicks in."

 

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"Hopefully, yeah..." Bright agreed before she found a seat somewhere in the lab and just observed. It's been awhile since she was sitting somewhere related to the medical field. She always had the job of researching monsters and other abominations of what they do and keep them contained. She didn't have much to talk about since she was just going to watch so she just patiently sat there as they worked. She was quite interesting to see Albright in his high, but then she'd also find him being guilty about hurting Chelsea again. Yesterday, she was able to solve it quickly with food. But since they just had breakfast, more food most likely wouldn't work.

Once Bright had sat down, Chelsea and Albright got to work. Chelsea grabbed a few books from one of the shelves and created a few small piles of each different flower that came off of them. "Isn't this the flower from yesterday?" Albright held up the cat-shaped dandelion that was leftover from where they had stopped the day before. With a nod from Chelsea, he took a deep breath. "Make a note of what these look like," Taking a notebook out of the drawer, Chelsea nodded, taking the pills and placing them into a bottle. This process was repeated a few times, mostly with pills that resembled the ones that Chelsea had given Victor. As each flower was turned into medicine, Albright's hands grew a little shakier. Chelsea could also see his eyes growing a little more wild with a mix of euphoria and insanity. They were done with the regular flowers, and Albright threw his head back with a loud sigh. "I'm boreeeeed," he drew out the word as a child might. "Don't we have anything interesting? A whole damn library full of books and we have to do these boring ones?" He looked over at Chelsea, "These are the main ones we need in stock." Was her explanation, which he wasn't satisfied with. "We know everything about them! That neko one yesterday, now that was interesting." he pointed a finger gun at Chelsea, who didn't respond. He frowned. "Ya'know, most people respond when someone is trying to talk to them." he hissed, already taking a syringe in his hand. He backed off a little, poking his finger with the needle. "Hey, Bright, you like manga, don't you?" he was more or less putting words in her mouth, not looking up from the needle. "There's a bunch on a shelf back there, go pick one that looks interesting. We'll see what it does. That'll be pretty interesting." He looked over at Bright for a second, still poking his finger with the syringe, waiting for her to get up.

Abbadon was pissed at War's outburst. Sure there was a blade rotting away his insides, but he took it a bit far. Then he heard the voice of a AI.

"Yeah like I have control over a being who has fought for millions of years..." Abbadon stood up and brushed himself off. The wound completely disappeared as it wasn't in his human body."I could you some needle and thread to sew up the wound before healing kicks in."

Ene shrugged. "Self-control is pretty cool as well," she said, already sending the message to Lily. The girl was there in no time, almost trembling in her wheelchair. "I heard you needed a sewing kit?" she was holding it on top of her notebook, seeming a little scared at the sight of blood. Ene moved onto her phone, which Lily took out and displayed for Abbadon to see. "I...I think I could also take care of the blood." She said, managing a small smile. She had always had trouble cleaning, that was just something she could never get the hang of with her wheelchair. Despite that, she was willing to try and help, starting to draw a mop already.

 

[CasualTea]

Once Bright had sat down, Chelsea and Albright got to work. Chelsea grabbed a few books from one of the shelves and created a few small piles of each different flower that came off of them. "Isn't this the flower from yesterday?" Albright held up the cat-shaped dandelion that was leftover from where they had stopped the day before. With a nod from Chelsea, he took a deep breath. "Make a note of what these look like," Taking a notebook out of the drawer, Chelsea nodded, taking the pills and placing them into a bottle. This process was repeated a few times, mostly with pills that resembled the ones that Chelsea had given Victor. As each flower was turned into medicine, Albright's hands grew a little shakier. Chelsea could also see his eyes growing a little more wild with a mix of euphoria and insanity. They were done with the regular flowers, and Albright threw his head back with a loud sigh. "I'm boreeeeed," he drew out the word as a child might. "Don't we have anything interesting? A whole damn library full of books and we have to do these boring ones?" He looked over at Chelsea, "These are the main ones we need in stock." Was her explanation, which he wasn't satisfied with. "We know everything about them! That neko one yesterday, now that was interesting." he pointed a finger gun at Chelsea, who didn't respond. He frowned. "Ya'know, most people respond when someone is trying to talk to them." he hissed, already taking a syringe in his hand. He backed off a little, poking his finger with the needle. "Hey, Bright, you like manga, don't you?" he was more or less putting words in her mouth, not looking up from the needle. "There's a bunch on a shelf back there, go pick one that looks interesting. We'll see what it does. That'll be pretty interesting." He looked over at Bright for a second, still poking his finger with the syringe, waiting for her to get up.


Ene shrugged. "Self-control is pretty cool as well," she said, already sending the message to Lily. The girl was there in no time, almost trembling in her wheelchair. "I heard you needed a sewing kit?" she was holding it on top of her notebook, seeming a little scared at the sight of blood. Ene moved onto her phone, which Lily took out and displayed for Abbadon to see. "I...I think I could also take care of the blood." She said, managing a small smile. She had always had trouble cleaning, that was just something she could never get the hang of with her wheelchair. Despite that, she was willing to try and help, starting to draw a mop already.

Seeing Albright's high for the first time, Bright could almost compare him to the damn plague doctor they have contained. She decided to get up and began heading to the shelves to pick one out. "Yeah, manga's pretty interesting. It depends on the plot though." She then picked out a book and looked what was inside it. She blushed and closed the book immediately and looked at Albright, holding the manga in her hands. "This is a hentai..." She said with a pretty flustered look. If they got a flower out of this and turned it into an injection, she could only guess what the drug would do. With that assumption, she wouldn't want to try out the drug on anyone but the D-Class.

 

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Seeing Albright's high for the first time, Bright could almost compare him to the damn plague doctor they have contained. She decided to get up and began heading to the shelves to pick one out. "Yeah, manga's pretty interesting. It depends on the plot though." She then picked out a book and looked what was inside it. She blushed and closed the book immediately and looked at Albright, holding the manga in her hands. "This is a hentai..." She said with a pretty flustered look. If they got a flower out of this and turned it into an injection, she could only guess what the drug would do. With that assumption, she wouldn't want to try out the drug on anyone but the D-Class.

“Okay. So what?” The high clouded Albright’s ability to realize what it could do. He sat on a swivel chair and pushed his way over, nabbing the book out of Bright’s hands. “Look what Bright picked out!” he called over to Chelsea, waving the book in the air. In any other situation, he probably would have thrown the book onto the ground and covered Chelsea’s eyes. However, that didn’t happen, and Chelsea was forced to look at it. Albright pushed the chair back over to the table, sitting on it backwards as he handed the book to Chelsea. “So, what kind of flowers are on there?” he asked, and Chelsea stared at the cover. Although she was obviously looking at the flowers instead of the cover. Once she came to her senses and knew what she was looking at, she frowned. “I don’t like this, doctor.” she said, dropping the book. She looked over at Bright, as if asking her why that had to be the one she pulled. “Nonsense!” Albright picked up the book again, wrapping his hand around it until it was a small pill. He dropped it in the syringe, crushing it and watching as a milky-white liquid filled up the syringe. “I doubt it’ll be that bad.” Without saying anything else, he lunged at Chelsea, who pulled the box cutter out of her pocket and held it under his chin. The two were stuck there, mere millimeters from causing the other harm. Neither could move without facing injury. There was a wild look in Albright’s eyes, and a desperate one in Chelsea’s. She had enough common sense to be afraid of what the syringe would do. She looked over at Bright, practically praying for help with her eyes.

 

[CasualTea]

“Okay. So what?” The high clouded Albright’s ability to realize what it could do. He sat on a swivel chair and pushed his way over, nabbing the book out of Bright’s hands. “Look what Bright picked out!” he called over to Chelsea, waving the book in the air. In any other situation, he probably would have thrown the book onto the ground and covered Chelsea’s eyes. However, that didn’t happen, and Chelsea was forced to look at it. Albright pushed the chair back over to the table, sitting on it backwards as he handed the book to Chelsea. “So, what kind of flowers are on there?” he asked, and Chelsea stared at the cover. Although she was obviously looking at the flowers instead of the cover. Once she came to her senses and knew what she was looking at, she frowned. “I don’t like this, doctor.” she said, dropping the book. She looked over at Bright, as if asking her why that had to be the one she pulled. “Nonsense!” Albright picked up the book again, wrapping his hand around it until it was a small pill. He dropped it in the syringe, crushing it and watching as a milky-white liquid filled up the syringe. “I doubt it’ll be that bad.” Without saying anything else, he lunged at Chelsea, who pulled the box cutter out of her pocket and held it under his chin. The two were stuck there, mere millimeters from causing the other harm. Neither could move without facing injury. There was a wild look in Albright’s eyes, and a desperate one in Chelsea’s. She had enough common sense to be afraid of what the syringe would do. She looked over at Bright, practically praying for help with her eyes.

Bright watched the events unfold with full regret of her actions. "Dammit, Bright, you're smarter than this..." She said to herself before she examined the situation quickly. Neither of them could move without the other being injured. With her trying to come up with a quick and improvised solution, she was pretty limited. Chelsea's look, filled her with more guilt and further clouding her assessment. She then figured something out, but it could've been better. She used her powers to make the blade of the box cutter retract, but at the same time moving Chelsea so Bright would take her place to take the injection. That way neither of them could get hurt, it would only hurt Bright. She only spoke one word as she acted, and you could tell by its tone that Bright hated herself for the moment. "Sorry."

 

[narcissisticnugget]

Bright watched the events unfold with full regret of her actions. "Dammit, Bright, you're smarter than this..." She said to herself before she examined the situation quickly. Neither of them could move without the other being injured. With her trying to come up with a quick and improvised solution, she was pretty limited. Chelsea's look, filled her with more guilt and further clouding her assessment. She then figured something out, but it could've been better. She used her powers to make the blade of the box cutter retract, but at the same time moving Chelsea so Bright would take her place to take the injection. That way neither of them could get hurt, it would only hurt Bright. She only spoke one word as she acted, and you could tell by its tone that Bright hated herself for the moment. "Sorry."

Chelsea kind of fell to the side as Bright took her place, forcing her way back up in a split second. There was clouded judgement on all three ends, and it honestly wasn’t good for any of them. She was glad she was out of the way or the needle, but she wasn’t sure if it was worth it. Albright obviously didn’t currently care that the subject had been changed. He seemed a little confused for a moment, before plunging the needle into Bright’s upper arm. The split second the last drop of liquid was forced into Bright, he realized what he had done, and pulled the needle out frantically. He threw the needle across the room, angry at himself more than anything else. What was worse was that he had made the pill out of a book, it would be harder to figure out what they needed for a cure. Chelsea noticed this change in Albright’s mental state, and joined him. They both watched Bright, the remaining part of Albright that was on the science high was excited to see what it would do, though both of them were just filled with regret.

 

[CasualTea]

Chelsea kind of fell to the side as Bright took her place, forcing her way back up in a split second. There was clouded judgement on all three ends, and it honestly wasn’t good for any of them. She was glad she was out of the way or the needle, but she wasn’t sure if it was worth it. Albright obviously didn’t currently care that the subject had been changed. He seemed a little confused for a moment, before plunging the needle into Bright’s upper arm. The split second the last drop of liquid was forced into Bright, he realized what he had done, and pulled the needle out frantically. He threw the needle across the room, angry at himself more than anything else. What was worse was that he had made the pill out of a book, it would be harder to figure out what they needed for a cure. Chelsea noticed this change in Albright’s mental state, and joined him. They both watched Bright, the remaining part of Albright that was on the science high was excited to see what it would do, though both of them were just filled with regret.

"Kyeuk..!!" Bright winced when the syringe was plunged into her arm. It definitely hurt like a bitch. Even more so when it was pulled out without any care. She remained fine for the most part, but knew that the drug would take effect soon. So, she quickly found a band aid and applied it. As she was now starting to feel the effects, she looked at both Albright and Chelsea. She offered up a weak smile to at least comfort them to show them she was okay. There was a blush evident on her face and her breathing had gotten a bit heavy. This drug was more like an aphrodisiac at this current stage. She then thought to say something pretty goofy before the effects fully took over. "Science for the science God, am I right?" She said before she leaned against a wall and slid down it, heavily breathing. She then seemed like she was forcing her legs closed as her breathing became hot and heavy. She then just held herself tightly, in a way that she was covering her chest area. She definitely seemed conscious, but this just seemed like a terribly effective aphrodisiac. Considering that Albright used an entire book, there might be more effects to the drug. "Albright... Even in panic... You should still handle medical equipment with care..." Bright began to lecture, just a tiny bit ticked off about the sudden pull out of the syringe. "...And throwing said equipment is dangerous too, you dolt..." She said before she began to try and get up. However, the drug had sapped most of her energy away since she had to use the nearby counters to get up. Even then, you could see her legs shaking, like a new born fawn learning how to walk for the first time. "L-Lay me d-down... somewhere..." She asked softly as she was trying to make her way towards the two.

 

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"Kyeuk..!!" Bright winced when the syringe was plunged into her arm. It definitely hurt like a bitch. Even more so when it was pulled out without any care. She remained fine for the most part, but knew that the drug would take effect soon. So, she quickly found a band aid and applied it. As she was now starting to feel the effects, she looked at both Albright and Chelsea. She offered up a weak smile to at least comfort them to show them she was okay. There was a blush evident on her face and her breathing had gotten a bit heavy. This drug was more like an aphrodisiac at this current stage. She then thought to say something pretty goofy before the effects fully took over. "Science for the science God, am I right?" She said before she leaned against a wall and slid down it, heavily breathing. She then seemed like she was forcing her legs closed as her breathing became hot and heavy. She then just held herself tightly, in a way that she was covering her chest area. She definitely seemed conscious, but this just seemed like a terribly effective aphrodisiac. Considering that Albright used an entire book, there might be more effects to the drug. "Albright... Even in panic... You should still handle medical equipment with care..." Bright began to lecture, just a tiny bit ticked off about the sudden pull out of the syringe. "...And throwing said equipment is dangerous too, you dolt..." She said before she began to try and get up. However, the drug had sapped most of her energy away since she had to use the nearby counters to get up. Even then, you could see her legs shaking, like a new born fawn learning how to walk for the first time. "L-Lay me d-down... somewhere..." She asked softly as she was trying to make her way towards the two.

Even in her own quiet panic, Chelsea was taking notes. Some of the pills could be reversed if they did the right things. By the right things, I mean all the wrong things. Albright frowned when he was kind of lectured by Bright, looking a little like a puppy that had just been kicked. “Sorry...” he mumbled, unable to meet Bright’s eyes for a second. When Bright started talking about moving herself to somewhere she could lay down, Albright didn’t move. Chelsea had to take the lead to find a way to lay her down. “Pick her up.” Her voice was stiff, not liking the situation she had found herself in. Albright stared at her for a second, as if she had just suggested something crazy. He actually did it when Chelsea’s gaze turned hostile again. He kept apologizing as he picked Bright up, following Chelsea as she led them to the couch. Once they were there, he moved back while Chelsea sat down on a nearby chair. She was closely monitoring Bright, unsure of what the book would do. Albright was pacing, just like he had the day before after he had stuck the syringe into Chelsea. He seemed to be mumbling something under his breath, but Chelsea paid no mind to it, still watching Bright.

 

[CasualTea]

Even in her own quiet panic, Chelsea was taking notes. Some of the pills could be reversed if they did the right things. By the right things, I mean all the wrong things. Albright frowned when he was kind of lectured by Bright, looking a little like a puppy that had just been kicked. “Sorry...” he mumbled, unable to meet Bright’s eyes for a second. When Bright started talking about moving herself to somewhere she could lay down, Albright didn’t move. Chelsea had to take the lead to find a way to lay her down. “Pick her up.” Her voice was stiff, not liking the situation she had found herself in. Albright stared at her for a second, as if she had just suggested something crazy. He actually did it when Chelsea’s gaze turned hostile again. He kept apologizing as he picked Bright up, following Chelsea as she led them to the couch. Once they were there, he moved back while Chelsea sat down on a nearby chair. She was closely monitoring Bright, unsure of what the book would do. Albright was pacing, just like he had the day before after he had stuck the syringe into Chelsea. He seemed to be mumbling something under his breath, but Chelsea paid no mind to it, still watching Bright.

Once Bright was laid down, she was sweating a little bit and her breathing still labored. When she looked at Chelsea, she could feel her lust building up. Instead, she used her arm to cover her eyes to avoid losing control of herself. She still tried to keep her legs shut, but they kept rubbing into each other. She was also moving a bit out of discomfort, caused by her own body temperature. "Y-You guys... Sorry in advance if I do anything weird..." Bright began speaking, in a soft timid voice. "I-If I say anything weird.. I-Ignore it... If I s-start doing something weird... Y-You better restrain me..." She then moved her arm and just stared at the sealing, her discomfort starting to calm. If Chelsea looked closely, her pupils had somehow formed hearts and she looked like she was in some sort of entranced state. Though the way Bright was feeling, this was unreal. It was like she was floating on the clouds at this point. She felt terribly warm and very much at ease. If anything were to happen to her, she wouldn't care. If it felt good, she'll gladly accept it. Though she knew this would be an effect of the drug, so she was trying very hard to suppress her lustful needs.

 

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Once Bright was laid down, she was sweating a little bit and her breathing still labored. When she looked at Chelsea, she could feel her lust building up. Instead, she used her arm to cover her eyes to avoid losing control of herself. She still tried to keep her legs shut, but they kept rubbing into each other. She was also moving a bit out of discomfort, caused by her own body temperature. "Y-You guys... Sorry in advance if I do anything weird..." Bright began speaking, in a soft timid voice. "I-If I say anything weird.. I-Ignore it... If I s-start doing something weird... Y-You better restrain me..." She then moved her arm and just stared at the sealing, her discomfort starting to calm. If Chelsea looked closely, her pupils had somehow formed hearts and she looked like she was in some sort of entranced state. Though the way Bright was feeling, this was unreal. It was like she was floating on the clouds at this point. She felt terribly warm and very much at ease. If anything were to happen to her, she wouldn't care. If it felt good, she'll gladly accept it. Though she knew this would be an effect of the drug, so she was trying very hard to suppress her lustful needs.

Chelsea nodded, continuing to make notes in the notebook she was holding. “We don’t have the means to restrain you in here, but I’ll try,” she mumbled. She could easily ignore what was said to her, the fact that her face never changed helped with that. Physically restraining someone was a different story, and it was honestly just more difficult. Any sort of restraint was in the infirmary, and Chelsea didn’t really want to leave neither Albright nor Bright all alone. Albright was sitting in the kitchen, his face in his hands. Chelsea glanced at him to make sure he wasn’t doing anything drastic, before she looked back at her notebook. She was trying to figure out a way to cancel the effects of the injection, taking the symptoms and comparing them to the other pills and such they had in stock. She bit the end of her pen with a bit of frustration, continuously glancing between Albright, Bright, and her notebook.

 

[CasualTea]

Chelsea nodded, continuing to make notes in the notebook she was holding. “We don’t have the means to restrain you in here, but I’ll try,” she mumbled. She could easily ignore what was said to her, the fact that her face never changed helped with that. Physically restraining someone was a different story, and it was honestly just more difficult. Any sort of restraint was in the infirmary, and Chelsea didn’t really want to leave neither Albright nor Bright all alone. Albright was sitting in the kitchen, his face in his hands. Chelsea glanced at him to make sure he wasn’t doing anything drastic, before she looked back at her notebook. She was trying to figure out a way to cancel the effects of the injection, taking the symptoms and comparing them to the other pills and such they had in stock. She bit the end of her pen with a bit of frustration, continuously glancing between Albright, Bright, and her notebook.

"Mm..." Bright just hummed as a sign of okay. She then just continued staring at the ceiling and eventually started licking her lips, trying to keep them moist. Then after awhile, she stopped. She sort of then laid on her side, facing Chelsea, her eyes looking as if wanting something. She just stared at Chelsea for some minutes before turning on her back again and covering her eyes. Her breathing had calmed slightly, but you could still note that it was heavy and hot. The drug seemed to be taking its full effect at this point, just what will the drug mke Bright do is the more important question.

 

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"Mm..." Bright just hummed as a sign of okay. She then just continued staring at the ceiling and eventually started licking her lips, trying to keep them moist. Then after awhile, she stopped. She sort of then laid on her side, facing Chelsea, her eyes looking as if wanting something. She just stared at Chelsea for some minutes before turning on her back again and covering her eyes. Her breathing had calmed slightly, but you could still note that it was heavy and hot. The drug seemed to be taking its full effect at this point, just what will the drug mke Bright do is the more important question.

Chelsea only looked up from her notebook every once in awhile. She was getting pretty close to figuring out something and might at least lessen the symptoms. The two she had narrowed them down to were supposed to cause the taker to not have any sexual desires at all. The problem was that they only had the flowers, not the pills, and Albright was still reevaluating all his life choices in the kitchen. “I’m going to my room.” he mumbled, slinking off into his room and closing the door. Chelsea could hear the creaking of his bed, as if he had just thrown himself onto it. She wanted to make sure he was fine, but Bright was in a worse state. Albright was just recovering, he would be okay after he read a book or slept or played some video games. He would still be filled with guilt, but he wasn’t suicidal. She looked up at Bright again, crossing her legs in the chair. “How are you doing?” She asked, placing her hand on Bright’s head, since she looked incredibly hot. “I can probably provide you anything you might need.” It was poor word choice being the situation Bright was in, but Chelsea didn’t really notice it. She just waited for an answer, ready to grab a towel or water or something of the sort.

 

[CasualTea]

Chelsea only looked up from her notebook every once in awhile. She was getting pretty close to figuring out something and might at least lessen the symptoms. The two she had narrowed them down to were supposed to cause the taker to not have any sexual desires at all. The problem was that they only had the flowers, not the pills, and Albright was still reevaluating all his life choices in the kitchen. “I’m going to my room.” he mumbled, slinking off into his room and closing the door. Chelsea could hear the creaking of his bed, as if he had just thrown himself onto it. She wanted to make sure he was fine, but Bright was in a worse state. Albright was just recovering, he would be okay after he read a book or slept or played some video games. He would still be filled with guilt, but he wasn’t suicidal. She looked up at Bright again, crossing her legs in the chair. “How are you doing?” She asked, placing her hand on Bright’s head, since she looked incredibly hot. “I can probably provide you anything you might need.” It was poor word choice being the situation Bright was in, but Chelsea didn’t really notice it. She just waited for an answer, ready to grab a towel or water or something of the sort.

Bright didn't answer the first question, but she did answer the second question after awhile. She turned to her side to face Chelsea, looking at her and extended her arms out towards her. "C-Come here... For a second.." She asked. Being the crafty person Bright can be at times, her end goal was a kiss that's probably not chaste. However, asking for a kiss directly is just obvious enough which could make Chelsea recoil away from the offer. Her eyes were sort of hinting at it, since they looked like they were pleading for some type of satisfaction, especially to sate her lust. Perhaps Chelsea can spot that detail and know better than to comply to Bright's request.

 

[narcissisticnugget]

Bright didn't answer the first question, but she did answer the second question after awhile. She turned to her side to face Chelsea, looking at her and extended her arms out towards her. "C-Come here... For a second.." She asked. Being the crafty person Bright can be at times, her end goal was a kiss that's probably not chaste. However, asking for a kiss directly is just obvious enough which could make Chelsea recoil away from the offer. Her eyes were sort of hinting at it, since they looked like they were pleading for some type of satisfaction, especially to sate her lust. Perhaps Chelsea can spot that detail and know better than to comply to Bright's request.

Chelsea blinked, not knowing how to process the request. She did want to get a closer look at Bright’s eyes. She was dense enough that she didn’t realize what Bright was intending to do. Ignoring the request was a bad thing to do in her mind, especially when Bright was on a drug they hadn’t tested before. For all she knew, Bright could be telling Chelsea her final wishes before she just died. It wouldn’t be the first time her and Albright would have had to fulfill someone’s final wishes, though she supposed it didn’t matter since Bright would live on through the amulet. “What does this do...?” She asked, staring at Bright.

 

[CasualTea]

Chelsea blinked, not knowing how to process the request. She did want to get a closer look at Bright’s eyes. She was dense enough that she didn’t realize what Bright was intending to do. Ignoring the request was a bad thing to do in her mind, especially when Bright was on a drug they hadn’t tested before. For all she knew, Bright could be telling Chelsea her final wishes before she just died. It wouldn’t be the first time her and Albright would have had to fulfill someone’s final wishes, though she supposed it didn’t matter since Bright would live on through the amulet. “What does this do...?” She asked, staring at Bright.

Bright made a really tiny frown as she mumbled something. All she wanted to do was give Chelsea a kiss. But it was embarrassing if she told her so she just mumbled and her blush grew a bit darker. She mumbled in a way it was definitely inaudible for Chelsea and she'd have to come closer to hear her better. Bright was starting to get a little more crafty, and it's probably gonna get even more so until she either gets what she wants or gives up.

 

[narcissisticnugget]

Bright made a really tiny frown as she mumbled something. All she wanted to do was give Chelsea a kiss. But it was embarrassing if she told her so she just mumbled and her blush grew a bit darker. She mumbled in a way it was definitely inaudible for Chelsea and she'd have to come closer to hear her better. Bright was starting to get a little more crafty, and it's probably gonna get even more so until she either gets what she wants or gives up.

Chelsea’s stare only continued. Just as Bright had wanted, she leaned in closer, trying to hear what she was saying. “Are you okay?” She repeated as placed her hand on Bright’s forehead again, which brought her even closer. She stayed close so she could hear Bright, trying not to become any more concerned. “I should be able to get most things, you just need to speak up.” She said, trying to smile. She waited to see if Bright would repeat what she had said, still leaning forward.

 

[CasualTea]

Chelsea’s stare only continued. Just as Bright had wanted, she leaned in closer, trying to hear what she was saying. “Are you okay?” She repeated as placed her hand on Bright’s forehead again, which brought her even closer. She stayed close so she could hear Bright, trying not to become any more concerned. “I should be able to get most things, you just need to speak up.” She said, trying to smile. She waited to see if Bright would repeat what she had said, still leaning forward.

Bright smiled since Chelsea fell for it. She grabbed Chelsea by her shoulder so she could pull herself up and plant her lips upon hers. She held her lips there for a moment, happy that she was able to trick Chelsea into doing so and giving in to her desires. Though, she soon realized just as she wanted more, she pulled away realizing what she had done. She then rested her head on Chelsea's shoulder, hiding her very red face. "Sh-Shit.."

 

[narcissisticnugget]

Bright smiled since Chelsea fell for it. She grabbed Chelsea by her shoulder so she could pull herself up and plant her lips upon hers. She held her lips there for a moment, happy that she was able to trick Chelsea into doing so and giving in to her desires. Though, she soon realized just as she wanted more, she pulled away realizing what she had done. She then rested her head on Chelsea's shoulder, hiding her very red face. "Sh-Shit.."

Chelsea was thrown for a loop, not making any noise as she was pulled into the kiss. This definitely hadn’t been what she had expected, and it was her first kiss as well, so it only added to her confusion. Of course, her face couldn’t betray her, and it held in any of the emotion she might have been feeling. She suddenly remembered the injection that Bright had had forced into her system. She didn’t really know how to describe what Bright was feeling, though there was obviously a word to do so. In a bright moment of word association, she pulled Bright into a hug, Chelsea squishing her chest against Bright’s. She assumed Bright was feeling what she could only describe as sexual desire, but there was no way in hell she was going to offer that. She assumed a hug was pretty close though, at least a tight one that didn’t cut off the circulation of the receiver. She held it there, unsure of what else to do, silently wilting as she realized that Bright had kissed her, as she had no idea how to interpret it.

 

[CasualTea]

Chelsea was thrown for a loop, not making any noise as she was pulled into the kiss. This definitely hadn’t been what she had expected, and it was her first kiss as well, so it only added to her confusion. Of course, her face couldn’t betray her, and it held in any of the emotion she might have been feeling. She suddenly remembered the injection that Bright had had forced into her system. She didn’t really know how to describe what Bright was feeling, though there was obviously a word to do so. In a bright moment of word association, she pulled Bright into a hug, Chelsea squishing her chest against Bright’s. She assumed Bright was feeling what she could only describe as sexual desire, but there was no way in hell she was going to offer that. She assumed a hug was pretty close though, at least a tight one that didn’t cut off the circulation of the receiver. She held it there, unsure of what else to do, silently wilting as she realized that Bright had kissed her, as she had no idea how to interpret it.

Bright was taken by surprised when she felt Chelsea hug her. She also felt a soft sensation pressing against her chest which made her blush even more, knowing what it was. She thought Chelsea would be offended since she stole a kiss from her, and probably her first. She didn't know what else to do except hug her back and bury her face into her shoulder more to hide how embarrassed she was. Even if the kiss felt nice, the hug felt a little bit nicer. It'd feel even better if they were kissing as they did this but she didn't want to steal another one unless it was okay for Chelsea. She still had her desires but they were at least sated enough for her to hold them back.

 

[narcissisticnugget]

Bright was taken by surprised when she felt Chelsea hug her. She also felt a soft sensation pressing against her chest which made her blush even more, knowing what it was. She thought Chelsea would be offended since she stole a kiss from her, and probably her first. She didn't know what else to do except hug her back and bury her face into her shoulder more to hide how embarrassed she was. Even if the kiss felt nice, the hug felt a little bit nicer. It'd feel even better if they were kissing as they did this but she didn't want to steal another one unless it was okay for Chelsea. She still had her desires but they were at least sated enough for her to hold them back.

Chelsea held the hug even longer, her mind still breaking down what had happened. She had to quietly take deep breaths to keep herself in one piece. The hug was something her mind could break down. She had hugged her friends from time to time when they needed comforting, Albright had a habit of hugging her whenever he started coming off a science high, hugging was not an unknown sensation to her. The kiss was something she just couldn’t piece together. She couldn’t understand what it meant. Was it just the injection? She told herself it was, her mind wouldn’t let it be much more. She felt Bright’s head on her shoulder, and realized she couldn’t break away just yet. “What else do you need?” She slid back a little, not entirely out of contact with Bright. She provided enough space so she wasn’t at risk of cutting off Bright’s circulation, but she was close enough that Bright could still rest her head on her shoulders comfortably. She tilted her head so she could see Bright, waiting to see what she wanted.

 

[CasualTea]

Chelsea held the hug even longer, her mind still breaking down what had happened. She had to quietly take deep breaths to keep herself in one piece. The hug was something her mind could break down. She had hugged her friends from time to time when they needed comforting, Albright had a habit of hugging her whenever he started coming off a science high, hugging was not an unknown sensation to her. The kiss was something she just couldn’t piece together. She couldn’t understand what it meant. Was it just the injection? She told herself it was, her mind wouldn’t let it be much more. She felt Bright’s head on her shoulder, and realized she couldn’t break away just yet. “What else do you need?” She slid back a little, not entirely out of contact with Bright. She provided enough space so she wasn’t at risk of cutting off Bright’s circulation, but she was close enough that Bright could still rest her head on her shoulders comfortably. She tilted her head so she could see Bright, waiting to see what she wanted.

Bright was asked again what she needed. She wanted to get another kiss, but she refrained from doing so. Instead, she just didn't say anything and shook her head slowly. She was still in the hug with Chelsea since she didn't want to move away from that spot. She only wondered if the drug was still in effect or the desires she was feeling was her own. She was getting pretty confused about how she was feeling at the moment. She then looked at Chelsea again, her pupils still remained heart shaped. She moved her head towards her as if going for another kiss, but she stopped right before their lips touched and pulled away slowly. It was obvious as to what she still wants, it's just that she wasn't going to try and make any more advances for now.

 

[Dr.Wankpants]

Abbadon transformed into his monstrous form.

"You know that little baby pisses me off." Abbadon snarled through his teeth. His once nice personality completely gone. Replaced with a sinical, rude, and old bitter man personality. He then looked down on the girl with 10 foot body towering over her. He planted his big arms into the ground and got more on her level. He held out his hand on the side."I still will take it though..." Abbadon giving a toothy sharp tooth grin.

 

[narcissisticnugget]

Bright was asked again what she needed. She wanted to get another kiss, but she refrained from doing so. Instead, she just didn't say anything and shook her head slowly. She was still in the hug with Chelsea since she didn't want to move away from that spot. She only wondered if the drug was still in effect or the desires she was feeling was her own. She was getting pretty confused about how she was feeling at the moment. She then looked at Chelsea again, her pupils still remained heart shaped. She moved her head towards her as if going for another kiss, but she stopped right before their lips touched and pulled away slowly. It was obvious as to what she still wants, it's just that she wasn't going to try and make any more advances for now.

Chelsea was a little surprised by how Bright still seemed to want a kiss. She just didn’t know where to go from there. Since the pupils were still hearts, it was obvious she was still on the drug. The thing was, Chelsea didn’t know where to go from there. She had watched and read enough fiction to know how kissing worked, she just didn’t know what do to. “Is there anything else that would help?” She asked, a hint of shyness in her voice. She felt bad that she couldn’t help with the current state Bright was in with what she obviously wanted, but Chelsea was a dense virgin. She kept asking Bright if there were any alternatives because she wanted to find one, she was just afraid of what it might be.

 

[CasualTea]

Chelsea was a little surprised by how Bright still seemed to want a kiss. She just didn’t know where to go from there. Since the pupils were still hearts, it was obvious she was still on the drug. The thing was, Chelsea didn’t know where to go from there. She had watched and read enough fiction to know how kissing worked, she just didn’t know what do to. “Is there anything else that would help?” She asked, a hint of shyness in her voice. She felt bad that she couldn’t help with the current state Bright was in with what she obviously wanted, but Chelsea was a dense virgin. She kept asking Bright if there were any alternatives because she wanted to find one, she was just afraid of what it might be.

Bright shook her head as she slowly went back to laying down on the couch, since it was getting uncomfortable maintaining a cobra-like position to hug Chelsea. She just laid down on her front, soon asking for something reasonable. "U-Um... Can you massage my back...?" Bright asked, still under the effects of the drug but also under the discomfort her spine had been put through.

 

[narcissisticnugget]

Bright shook her head as she slowly went back to laying down on the couch, since it was getting uncomfortable maintaining a cobra-like position to hug Chelsea. She just laid down on her front, soon asking for something reasonable. "U-Um... Can you massage my back...?" Bright asked, still under the effects of the drug but also under the discomfort her spine had been put through.

Chelsea pondered the request, before nodding. “I should be able to do that,” she said. While she was in no way a chiropractor, she could do a few things. She rubbed Bright’s back with one hand at first, and then moved to two. She continued this as well as she could, and it wasn’t that bad. She was assuming all the parts that were stiff or hurting and worked on them a little more than the rest. After only a few seconds in, she asked “How am I doing?” She didn’t want to continue if she was causing Bright more pain then healing, though she guessed Bright wouldn’t let her continue if that was the case. She moved the chair into a more comfortable position, still trying to massage Bright’s back as she did so.