While that was going on, let us take a look in a laboratory located in a secret military base. As could be expected of Britannian standards, the location was spotless from top to bottom. A gleaming, polished white. Scientists walked around wearing lab coats that almost seemed to want to act as camouflage for the environment - and then there were the soldiers walking around. Uptight, tense, and bored. Yet professional to a fault.
Within a lonely cell was their current test subject. That is to say, their <i>only</i> test subject. The laboratory had been explicitly built, in secret, with her in mind. Brilliant, lengthy green hair. A pretty face marred with cynicism and world weariness, yet not a wrinkle on her. A body that could put supermodels to shame. Not that you could tell right now given her current attire. A straightjacket complete with restraints over her mouth.
Our nameless viewpoint scientist looks her over through a window, pretending to take notes. It had been a month since his girlfriend went to the homeland. A month. And here he was studying this hottie. It was hardly fair to his balls, really. How was he supposed to not get turned on by the immortal witch they'd captured? Especially in that sort of gear!
Her eyes shot open and locked with his. He stopped writing. Even without her restraints she had been distinctly uncooperative. The nature of her immortality was still a mystery to them. She never aged. She healed from every injury thrown at her. Even those that were unquestionably fatal. She might not even age. Could be millenia old. Longer. Figure out the secret to that via science, and Britannia would no longer think of the Knightmare as their most advanced measure of conquest. They could roll up into a nation carrying sticks and they'd eventually win with an army of immortals.
The witch's eyes wandered down his body. It's amazing how expressive the eyes could be, but he could swear she was shooting him bedroom eyes. Well, ahem, yes. Even a witch has needs. Still, he wasn't stupid. Just... horny. Unreasonably horny. Oh gosh, now she was squirming as much as her restraints would allow. Drawing attention to her body. Her stupidly lewd, immortal body.
Against his better judgement, he entered the room and shut the door.
"I wonder how long you've lived for," he pondered. "Centuries? Millennia? Merely decades? Whichever it might be, with a lewd body like that... you must be all kinds of freaky in bed."
Her eyes shot down to his junk. He ran his hands down her body. Covered though it might be by the straightjacket... Still. Nice. Very nice.
"My girlfriend and I are pretty freaky too," he said. "Restraints, whips, paddles, hot wax, the chaffing, chafing leather." A shudder took him. He closed the blinds with one hand, while the other went for a clasp around her waist. Yes, this one should be safe, so long as the others were still in place. He could easily get his rocks off - He was the only one on duty today, nobody else should be around for at least an hour... Why not have a little fun?
Almost as soon as he undid that clasp, he heard a pair of popping sounds. To his trained medical ear they almost sounded like joints being dislocated - And then a surprisingly strong pair of legs wrapped around his head and choked him the fuck out.
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Honestly now, some things never change. Britannians had such an intense focus on their so called 'breeding' that they had inadvertently made themselves a very horny nation. It was lucky for them that nobody else had figured out how to capitalise on that fact or they would be -
C.C. allowed a wry smile and brushed through her green hair, neatly tying it back into a ponytail. In front of her, the scientist squirmed helplessly in his brand new straightjacket, screaming into his gag, unable to extract the cap from the top of his head that hid everything but his eyes.
"A piece of advice?" C.C. said. "Don't go into BDSM without a safe word. It always bites you in the end."
Then, dressed up as a scientist, she strutted out of the room like she owned the damned place. Out in the corridor, she passed by a guard and smartly saluted him. As she thought - nobody here actually knew what she looked like. Or if they did know they were really good at acting. As in, good enough to fool a woman who had lived through centuries of human history, and met some of the best liars there had ever been.
In any event. She soon arrived at the exit. Where there was a guard. Naturally. C.C. shrugged her shoulders, and tugged down the collar of her lab coat as far as it would go. It helped that she had declined to wear that man's trousers. Benefit of immortality - your body stays as slamming hot as it was when you were at your prime.
"Not seen you around before," the guard said. "I'll need your ID before I let you out."
C.C. smiled at him. Alright. This would need a touch more work than the other guy. She could tell right away. She leaned over a bit, and made a big show of checking her pockets. Let him get a nice, long look at her neckline.
"Oh, blast!" she said. "I must have left it back in the lab." She bit her lip, then ran her finger around his ear. "Look, they're in the middle of something pretty intensive back there. It's sensitive work, and if I head back in to get my ID it could ruin all the data we've gathered today. I really want to get out for lunch, you can't make an exception for me can you?"
"N-No, ma'am," he said. "Besides, if I let you out without your ID, can't let you back in. That's why we ask for it, you know, when you're uh, leaving the facility."
Playing hardball, was he? Very well. C.C. was the Queen of the Bedroom eyes. While her Geass ability had been to induce love in others, that didn't mean she had to rely upon that power to make others feel a deep connection to her. Her sultry stare could melt steel. Though it could also turn certain normally soft things quite steely as well.
"Tell you what," she said, grabbing his tie and playing with it. Stepping close to him, slightly intertwining her leg with his. He gulped. Got him. "I'll be back inside the hour. When I am, I'll make sure to make it worth your while."
He'd probably never opened that door so fast. Great. She rewarded him with her finest catwalk strut. She had to be careful with this. One time, she nearly caused a new religion to sprout up in the middle of China when she was showing off - But that was another story.
<i>"Not bad, not bad!"</i> said a certain ethereal spirit. <I>"I taught you well in the art of the slut."</i>
C.C. rolled her eyes. Marianne had taught her quite a bit about reducing a man to putty, but she wasn't exactly a slouch at it herself. Yes, Marianne vi Britannia was quite an exceptional woman. Not, to use her word, a 'slut' herself, but rather a student of manipulation. Guile, charisma, intrigue. She could bend a person around her finger with her beauty, her brains, a combination of both... or outright brutality because she was a fucking monster in a fight. As far as C.C. knew she had spread her legs for only one man. The Emperor himself.
Shame the Emperor was a bit of a manwhore. Rather, a lot of a manwhore. He wasn't even the worst in Britannia's history.
"They won't take long to work out something's up," C.C. said. "They'll scour the Area for me. Any ideas on where I could hide?"
<i>"You mean, except from coming back to help us kill God?"</i> Marianne tutted. <i>"Fine, fine... You know how secretly Charles adores Lelouch and was keeping tabs on him all through the invasion?"</i>
C.C. snorted. "Bitch please, I was the first person he asked to keep an eye on them. Him and Nunnally both."
<I>"Well, we happen to know that he's at Ashford Academy currently. He and Nunnally are settled there. I'm sure someone with your experience handling men could -"</i>
"Are you trying to hook me up with your son?"
<i>"Nooooo, whatever would make you think that?"</i>
"Pattern recognition," C.C. smoothly answered. Well then, if those two were at Ashford Academy then that would be the best place for her to lay low for a little while. Wait until the heat blew off, and then find somewhere else to hide. No reason to let them know that the Emperor already knew exactly where they were hiding. If they were supposedly in hiding it might cause them to panic.
At the very least Charles knew well enough not to fuck with her if she didn't want to go someplace or do something. People who tried tended to meet quite unfortunate ends.
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To look upon Nunnally Lamperouge is to look upon an angel. While she is a blind, crippled girl she exudes an aura of absolute kindness, sincerity and innocence. Only the last of these was, in the strictest sense, untrue.
The urge to breed was no less strong in her than it was for the rest of her family. This despite the fact that she was incapable of pregnancy owing to her injury. As such, her brotherly affection had transformed into something a bit more. An intense urge to be an aunt.
Now, that might be interpreted as meaning 'help her brother find a romantic partner to settle down with'. But no. No, that wasn't good enough. It was not anywhere close to good enough. Shirley was a fit athletic girl. Pretty, nice, and really liked her brother. So she was perfect. Kallen was of a noble family, and showed similar levels of empathy while concealing a burning passion.
Two ideal starts, but Nunnally knew it would not be enough. Little nieces. Little nephews. She wanted to hold them. Cradle them. Play with them. Coo at them. Let them play with each other.
Also, more importantly, all the sex and breeding and family would subdue his driving urge for vengeance. Which to Nunnally's mind was a fairly substantial plus.
At the moment she was sipping tea in the back garden of Ashford Academy with Sayoko while considering her next move. The maid herself would make excellent breeding stock - but it was her intention to save her for last, so to speak. Sayoko had many responsibilities to take care of, and as such adding her to the harem too early would be troublesome.
Milly? A possibility - but in truth Nunnally was sort of hoping to set her up with Rivalz. Nina was a closeted lesbian, so it didn't seem appropriate. Oh dear. It was such a troublesome thing. Her own circle of friends was quite limited by her mobility issues, so she only really knew the student council and a few others here at the academy, and she'd quite exhausted all of those that would be appropriate for her brother. After all, just because she wanted her brother to have an expansive harem that put even their father's to shame, that didn't mean she didn't have standards. High exacting standards.
That made her next move quite difficult - but it is worth noting that Nunnally was every little bit as clever as her big brother, she simply didn't have the opportunity to express it that often. Handicap aside, she was already learning material from the next grade up, simply so that she could devote future time to planning the harem's growth and maintenance.
Though that cleverness hadn't quite come around to the core crux of the issue - who else would be a good fit for Lelouch's harem? It wasn't as if pretty girls simply dropped in out of the sky, after all.
"Pardon me, Miss Nunnally," Sayoko said. "We have an intruder."
"An intruder?" Nunnally asked. Oh dear. Was it one of father's spies? They were getting a bit careless of late.
"Yes, a rather stunningly beautiful green haired scientist just vaulted the wall and is hiding in a bush," Sayoko said.
A beautiful green haired scientist...? Pretty, smart, and athletic enough to climb the walls around the academy...? Well, well...
A serene and sincere, pristine smile fell upon Nunnally's pretty face. It was the kind of expression you couldn't stare at for too long, for the same reason you couldn't stare at the sun. The radiance would leave you blind. "I would like to meet this intruder. Bring her to me. We can have tea together, it will be nice."
- To his frustration, it seems as though Lelouch has a harem in Shirley and Kallen.
- Nunnally talks with C.C. and is able to talk her into joining the harem
- Or... Nunnally can't quite match wits with a centuries old immortal with lots of experience.
- Clovis discovers that the hot immortal they were keeping for experimental data has escaped.
- Something else
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