The Island of Genotia

[intriguess]

"Sometimes I think that Genotia is the name for mutant hell. That was five years ago, but it seemed like only yesterday, when the government had been overthrown, the collars disabled and the sentinels turned on their masters. That of course is a story for another time I know." I looked out on the small prosperous town. "Mutant power has changed everything. They had become so entrenched in being powerless that now they disdained anyone who was not a mutant that had dared survive the overthrow. I feel sorry for those poor souls." I had done what I could for them I internally added.

"Who am I you ask?" I chuckle at the question, "You should know, you came to me. Then again I did call you here, and I'm sure you've heard plenty of rumours about me." I take a sip of tea and smile. "I am Violet, the sage some would add. My mutant ability has nothing to do with my intellect." I take another sip eying the man before me. "I'm a organic manipulator, basically I can alter organic matter. This means I can speed the healing process, grow pretty much any plant, and ease the pain of some mutations, even temporarily make someone 'normal' if necessary. I live away from the town because I like it, those that want to see me make the trip."

"I know you are asking yourself why are you here then, and no I am not a telepath simple a student of human nature." I take another drink of my tea. "I require a partner and I am not talking about business. My work is hard and what few people even dare speak of are my lovers. I can draw more easily on sexual energy than any other for my work and I only am so blunt because I am tired of being subtle."

"I brought you here to propose a partnership, you have the strength, stamina, and character I require in a partner. Of course you would be free to roam during the day or stay here or I can set you up in any occupation you would like."

I set down my cup and look him over again, "I sense I've talked enough. Do you have any questions?" I had not touched him yet as I did not want to know him unless he wished to stay. I had said enough, he had undoubtedly heard that my first two lovers had died mysteriously and that my last lover had gone mad. At least that was what the village thought. I looked into his eyes and hoped he would work out. I had pulled a strenuous manipulation on the young woman that had called him here with her ability. I had not specifically stated that he be my lover, it would be his choice, I could draw sexual energy from him at any time, it was merely easier and more satisfying if done during sex.


OOC so Darren Fate is slated to play the role of the mysterious man in front of me in this mutant laden realm. However I do invite others to play on the island as they wish.

 

[darrenfate]

Quietly he had listened to her, never letting her see his emotions never tipping his hand. Instead I calculated the likely scenarios that would play out if her words were indeed true, I was always calculating something.

Things are not always as they seemed to be here in Genotia. As I replayed the events that drew me here I had known in the back of my mind that I was being drawn here by someone rather than by my own free will. The fact is, I just didn't care anymore.

"Do you know who I am? Or rather what I am? My ~gift~ if you want to call it that now is to be a mathematical and spatial genius. I am, well was, the chief architect of the new Genotia. My radical design was hailed as genius for the new tower whose completetion last year was meant to be a symbol of our mutant people's right to stand side by side with any race.

Instead, it collapsed a mere 4 months after completion. I still don't know why. It shouldn't have - no that is not strong enough - it Couldn't have collapsed the way they claim. Untested design they said. Incomplete logic they said. Fools! They fired me in disgrace.

I am a pariah amongst my own people.

For my own thoughts on you - I would stay. I could not if you had been one of these damned telepaths probing my mind at will. I've had enough of that during the investigation. Bring on a test of minds. You shall not find me wanting - mentally or ........"

My eyes raked her over, slowly luridly.

"Physically . You are ...................... a suitable challenge. "

 

[intriguess]

Violet

"Physically you are a suitable challenge."

I listened as he told me about his history, personally I did not care. The look in his eye and the way he seemed to think I would be testing him was quite amusing. "You have yet to tell me your name." I commented not asking, as I moved back into my home and put my tea cup in the kitchen. "You would live here of course. You can have your own room if you wish." I look him over again. His gift intrigued me, he was by all appearances ideal, and a fire inside to match.

I wondered how I must look to him, I put little thought into my appearance, my pale lavender skin and nearly black violet hair a hint at my name. Most people found my eyes most disturbing as they varied from a violet exterior to green around the pupil. I stood in front of him looking into his eyes and when he did not look away I decided then that he would be fine. My 5'2" frame was clad in an ivory dress that extended from my wrists to my ankles, it flowed over my ample breasts gathering under them to flare back out.

"I am not your cook, nor your maid. If you want to eat my kitchen is amply stocked." I walked towards the kitchen expecting but not demanding he follow. "I do a lot of bartering for my abilities, a nice mutant does my laundry and another zaps the house clean once a week. I do my own dishes and cook for myself, I prefer not to visit the town and therefore I have what I need delivered." I walked into the living room. "Is there anything else you may require." It's more of a curiousity than a question as I turn back to look at him.

"Of course that's assuming you wish to stay." I smile and glance him over once more. I hold out my hand and brace myself for the rush that comes from personal contact. I rarely wore my gloves when at home and hoped that he was as healthy as he looked. I told myself I would not draw on him unless he agreed. I would soon know how his mutation played out on a genetic level and found it oddly appealing that he had no idea who I was, especially if he had worked in the capitol city.