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A) Unfaithful Lady-Closed to Robb

[The Bishop had suffered only slight damage in the attack and even if repairs were needed Gemini's not of a mind to help, even if she was fixing things isn't her speciality, she's much better at breaking things. Speaking of which, that's why she's hanging around in a not-so-concealed corner near a particular shuttle bay in a form that's certainly not her own, waiting for her target to return. She's been rather looking forward to this.

When she spots him she immediately leans in toward the handsome dark haired man next to her, giggling as if he's said something incredibly funny and she's really quite excited by his attention, using the exact same laugh that should be intimately familiar to her mark, even as the man plants a hand on her ass, giving it a good firm squeeze and using the grip to pull her closer, his other hand stroking her golden locks. 'Jeyne's clearly not resisting him as their lips draw close...]

B) The Hoverboard Crowd

[Flying's one of Gemini's favourite pastimes, so it's no surprise that she's rented a hoverboard shortly after arriving to test it out. It's interesting but she much prefers flying under her own power, so she soon abandons the board and takes to wing, assuming a larger version of a form she's been itching to try out on a larger scale. For a time she just enjoys herself, enjoying the feel of the wind over wind and scale, until she spots you on a hoverboard and if a dragon can smile this one certainly is.

Her approach is quiet until she suddenly bursts out of a cloud with an ear-splitting roar, a huge maw of teeth gaping wide, rushing right at you. She can't actually breathe fire or even do much harm to you thanks to the Augment, but that's not going to stop her having fun chasing you for a bit.]

C) Wildcard

[Gemini might be found wandering about the city as herself, not hiding in the slightest. Perhaps she's out shopping, looking for a gadget that's not so useless as the others to her, or maybe she's on her way back to that big apartment with the rich owner that she's killed just to use his home as hers for the time the fleet's here, it's up to you.]

Edited 2017-01-26 14:12 (UTC)

[Robb is tired and he has been rubbing his eyes almost for the entire way back. It has been chaos after the raid and everything still seems to be rather chaotic. To be fair, it takes quite a lot of him and he looks forward to returning to Jeyne again. Just a bit of sleep while basking in said wife's warmth.

The thought disappears immediately when he sees her, giggling and leaning close to another man. At first he thinks his mind is paying some sort of trick on him. Then he thinks that the lords of Atroma are playing a trick on him but when she hears her laugh, a sound so familiar and, most of all, his he freezes.

It takes him quite a long time before his muscles are moving again and in three large steps he is with her and within the blink of an eye his hand is around her arm, yanking her away.]

If you will excuse me, I have to speak to my lady wife.

[He is angry and it shows.]

I pray to the gods you have a very good explanation for such behaviour. Madness, mayhaps? Some sort of bloody space illness that turns a you into a lewd, lustful creature?

[Jeyne's lips close with the stranger's, pressing herself closer against him until that voice rings out and she springs backward faster than a person burned.]

Robb!

[Her tone is horrified, and the man beside her starts to protest until he hears the word 'wife' and backs away, giving Jeyne a half-disappointed half-reproving look. Jeyne herself is clearly torn distressed, although as Robb grabs her arm some of that turns to anger, not least because that yank 'hurts'.]

Let go of me!It was nothing, he was just...OWW stop it! [She's actively trying to pull away now, although Jeyne isn't strong enough to escape his grip. She's upset but also angry which is reflected in her rising voice and the burning glare she gives him.]

You have no right to reproach me so after what happened with Kitty!

[Robb is angry, he is angry enough that it makes his head buzz.

He does not want to hurt her, or grab her with such force, gods be good, no. The moment she expresses pain he lets go, eyes widened and his face white as a sheet.]

We have spoken about this. [Robb can hear his voice trembling as he tries to keep his composure.] I apologized so many bloody times that...gods...this is truly about Kitty again?! [He crosses his arms and leans forward.]

How many times do you want to make me pay for it? I think I need numbers now.

[Such pain, it's enough to make a girl smile, although Jeyne doesn't, she just looks wounded and upset, although when Robb says his piece her eyes flash with anger, seeking to draw it from Robb too.]

This is not about...[She clenches her fists tries to stop but then her words burst out anyway, full of vitriol.]So you may stare at another woman's chest and I may not give another man a meaningless kiss? I suppose as my lord and master you may do whatever you wish but I must always remain locked in the cage of your will?

This isn't? [He does not even recognize Jeyne for that moment and somewhere he wonders if she is in her cups or something like that. The anger makes place for confusion and when she speaks further the confusion has completely disappeared.]

You must be mad. [Lord and master? He is careful with Jeyne, He worries for her but he never wants to trap her. They're with eachother because they want it so.] You are mad, aren't you? You do not smell like strongwine.

[Finally he places his hands firmly on her shoulders, fingers squeezing lightly.]

Then what is it that you wish? You wish to rid yourself of me?

Mad!? You call me mad because you hear something that you do not wish to? I did not realise before we married that you were so...[She huffs and makes a visible effort to calm herself, giving him the ragged ghost of the smile she reserved only for him before her expression turns sad, regret creeping in as she looks him in the eye.]

No of course not Robb, I am yours and you are mine, always. [There's just a very slight hint in her voice that she doesn't quite mean what she just said.] But if you become angry after the merest of trifles...

[She lets Robb draw his own conclusions to that, or rather the one she's pushed him into. It shouldn't be too hard even for a warrior oaf like him.]

[Robb frowns deeply and takes a step backwards, hands sliding off of her.]

Is that what you think our marriage is? [This is new. Where did this come from?] You feel forced into this marriage? [Well, in a way their marriage has been rather sudden and surprising.] You feel as if I lock you up and do not grant you enough freedom?

[He stomps his feet and clenches his hands to fists. Freedom for what? Kissing another man?]

Of course! And this is not a bloody trifle, you know that very well! But if it is freedom you wish... [He moves to point at the other man.] ...go ahead. I am sure his lips are more willing than mine.

I...[Sometimes to do the greatest damage you don't even have to say anything at all.

At Robb's questions Jeyne's head drops, because the answer to his questions is clearly yes but she can't bring herself to say it, although her head snaps back up when he stomps, a little feigned fear in her eyes at the sudden violence, although she stands her ground.]

It meant nothing! [She insists loudly, stubborness and not a little anger leaking from every pore.] But if you're going to act like an ass... [She strides over to the man and wraps an arm around his, giving Robb a challenging look.]

[Robb watches Jeyne moving and listens to her speaking and eventually all he can say is a soft:]

…Don’t… [He frowns and shakes his head.] …if our marriage means anything… [But she sits with that man again.] …move away.

[For a moment Jeyne looks deeply torn, looking at Robb with sadness and longing before her stubbornness reasserts itself and she says simply, coldly.]

Then perhaps it doesn't.

[Robb curses when she turns. One part of him wants to lash out and slap her in the face, but the part that has learned to never hit a woman wins.]

Very well. [His voice sounds stiff and distant.] You will regret that choice, Jeyne.

Do not speak to me again.

[After those words he turns and it feels as if something is ripping him up from the inside. It hurts. And he wants to cry. But instead of that Robb just presses his lips onto each other.]

[The woman wearing Jeyne's face wants to laugh at the anger and heartbreak in Robb's expression, but Gemini keeps her own look of equally heartbroken defiance, playing her part beautifully to the end.]

I won't! You may not speak to me either! [She shouts defiantly to his back, before turning away, and smirking broadly.] Well that went well.[She remarks to the man at her side as they walk away and turn a corner, the man of course doesn't respond, he's already melting into blue goo and moulding back into Jeyne's, no, Gemini's body. Splitting herself always took immense concentration, but in this instance it had been so very worth it.]

Much better! [She murmurs, and smiling broadly and humming a jaunty tune she walks off down the street, the taste of Robb's heartbreak like honey on her lips.]

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