The Halfway Inn [mission, closed]

Feeling a soft sensation against her cheek, the Godfather’s eyes widened. ”Well I’ll be,” Anniken said in a playful manner, noticing the collision of cold stares between the two other parties. Gotta say, I’m kinda diggin’ it when she acts like this too, the Godfather thought to herself in passing, touching her own cheek briefly before aligning her thoughts back to the task at hand.

Approaching the counter, she witnessed another beauty. Putting on her most charming smile, the blonde acknowledged the establishment as a place she might have decided to frequent before her relationship status change. She still had a strange feeling about the place, though. Time to lay on the charisma thick. Otherwise, she would raise suspicion. Anniken leaned over the counter, propping her chin onto her hands while supporting her weight with her elbows.

”What about you, sweetheart? Pretty little thing like you must be gettin’ bored with all this desk work, ought to have a little fun,” the Godfather said, flicking her tongue over her lips. ”Gotta pick up our ol’buddy Ivan first, though. Think you could point us in the right direction?”

A pause, and then a continuation.

”Faster we get that outta the way, the more recreation time we’re gonna have.”

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Cheshire Copeland | Post 9

At first, she raised an eyebrow. Tilting her head, she heeded the locking of lips. Flecks of surprise surfaced in her violet eyes while she watched the scene that dragged on for an alluring duration. Running her tongue over her lips, she did not bother concealing her attraction towards what she saw. Anniken enjoyed it. Justice did too, but she had fewer words than the older twin. Placing her fingers between her lips, she produced a high-pitched cat-call.

”Hot diggity dog! Ain’t even paid yet and I’m gettin’ one helluva show! Atta girl!” the Godfather exclaimed, lips broadening into a mirthful grin. She did not expect the action, but the surprise she felt was pleasant. There were other unmentionable things she felt about it, too.

Their incentive? The information they sought. Right at the end of the hallway. They needed to head over there and find the goods. Even more interesting was the fact she just saw the true form of the succubus, lending credit to her previous suspicions. The blonde refrained from announcing that for now, though. I wonder if Chesh wants to fuck her together after this? Man oh man.

”A’ight, thank ya kindly, sweetheart. Guess we’re gonna see your sexy self a little bit later.”

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Cheshire Copeland | Post 10

”Ain’t sure if I can pull that off…” Anniken replied, amused at the idea of taking the stage. Dancing was a skill she had in her arsenal, but she was uncertain about the specific type of dancing demonstrated throughout the establishment. She had more of an interest in watching the eye candy than being it, too.

To say Cheshire was affected by the place was a massive understatement. It seemed to border on the level of delirium. Due to this, she needed to be careful when it came to approaching the situation. At least, as careful as one of the most powerful wizards in the land needed to be.

When the duo approached the room in question, Anniken activated Odin’s Eye. The glow manifested in her right eye, cementing the fact she was in control of the body. It showed her the events that would happen, and she decided to take note of it and add it to her strategy. Unlike before, her divine powers no longer inflicted damage on her body.

”Get ready, Chesh. And be quiet in there,” she said.

Seeing ahead, she removed the event of them opening the door and the event of the trap riddling them with bullets. Additionally, she kept the event of her bending the light around them to prevent them from being witnessed upon entering the room. To Cheshire, it would appear as though the two of them abruptly appeared in the odd room as though through teleportation. It was apparent the woman suffered no damage from the Right, either.

Only Cheshire could see when she raised a finger in front of her lips to promote silence, before she decided to inspect the room for any more leads.

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Cheshire Copeland | Post 11

When she arrived in the room, Anniken took note of a few subjects. One of those elements were the people in the room ready to kill them. Through her stolen divination, she witnessed the events before occurrence. Wanna kill’em, but would just raise suspicions. Man, ain’t it a hard knock life for me. Thinking to herself, the Godfather turned her attention to the next point of interest.

Making her way over to the letter on the ground after Cheshire’s prompting, she crouched and took a look at it without touching it. Tilting her head to the side upon witnessing the signature, she raised an eyebrow. Motioning for her girlfriend to check it out as well, she occupied herself with a different task: figuring out where the fucker resided.

Pushing herself up, she made sure to silence their footsteps through another undisclosed ability. It seemed to pertain to sound control. Regardless, she made her way around the room and seemed to look at every individual in it. She tapped into her powers, and used telepathy to pry into their minds without notice. Anniken hoped to reveal where the boss hid by this action, knowing that at least one of the people within must have been privy to the information.

She communed her thoughts to Cheshire’s mind.

I’d love to kill’em all, but there’s cameras in here. Unfortunately, he’s gonna run away if we raise suspicion.

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Cheshire Copeland | Post 12

”Yeah. You’re right. Better to be thorough.”

Another clear shift in demeanour occurred after she communed her message back to Cheshire through telepathy. Not an unusual event, Justice seemed tired. In place of Anniken’s enthusiasm, she always exhibited an air that pointed to an intense disdain for effort. This was the factor that discouraged her from taking the Godfather role when she was younger. Now she felt it was more effort to decline.

Taking a seat on the floor, she watched the feline dive into the shadows. Keen eyes took note of the action, and she seemed to study her passage into the unknown. Justice took a greater interest in the means than the scenario, and she tapped into her powers to interpret it better. With the woman’s powers hitting a ceiling, Odin’s Eye allowed her to see how it worked, what the flaw was, and how she could fix it. She checked if her current methods guided her in the right direction.

Additionally, she took the time to interpret the eccentric bug wafting through the air. With her enhanced aptitude, she learned its mechanics and its weaknesses. The momentary detour helped the overall progress of the task. Enough time passed that Cheshire resurfaced, and she turned her attention towards the lone head surfacing from the floorboards.

”A’ight. I’ll give you a little bit of time before I go ahead and make’em all dead. Before that though, you sure you tellin’ me every single thing you witnessed, Chesh? Ain’t no room for mistakes.”

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Cheshire Copeland | Post 13

The Godfather’s perpetual smile rested on her lips as she listened to Cheshire speak. She wanted trust, and she understood the notion. On the other hand, Anniken wanted her safe. With her Magic hitting a ceiling, she needed to fix it before she jumped into the fray with reckless abandon. However, she understood the need to bolster her confidence—and the need for trust should the duo want to understand one another on a transcendent level.

”Alright, tiger,” she answered through the mental link. Since the link existed, she assured herself that if anything went awry, she would be the first one to know. When Cheshire vanished from sight, the blonde turned her attention back to the garbage around her.

Dropping the invisibility she induced on herself, she stirred an episode of confusion in the grunts around her with her sudden appearance. It did not last long. Aiming their firearms at her, the roar of gunfire erupted throughout the room. The woman let it happen. Bullets tore through her body in every perceivable vital. Head, heart, lungs, stomach, throat, arms, legs, back, spine—not a single part was spared in the violent hail of lead. And then she fell onto the ground on her back.

When the group thought the deed was finished, laughter emanated from the figure on the ground in an expansive sea of blood. Rasp, subdued cackling that grew in volume. Looks of horror spread across their faces as she pushed herself up to her feet. Wounds sealing shut, it appeared that absolutely no damage had been done to her. Aside from her clothing, the group failed to harm the Godfather.

”This is it kiddos…”

Licking the blood from her lips, Anniken released a surge of compulsion combined with Pleasure. Giving them the command to eat themselves, she confused their sense of pleasure with their sense of pain. It became one in the same. The men began to gnaw and rip out their own flesh with their teeth in delirium, eating and swallowing heaps of bloody skin, muscle fat and even bone. Some even started to eat one another, a cacophony of moans pouring throughout the room indistinguishable from the other occurrences unraveling in the inn.

However, that was the only thing the people watching through a camera would see. Using her control over reality once more, she removed her presence during those events and started down the hall outside. The spectators behind the camera only witnessed their own men feasting on themselves and another in the most libidinous manner possible—and that’s it.

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Cheshire Copeland | Post 14