Epics of Noche 6, MoveCity

EON CH 07

NEW PLAN.

1777, JULY 16th, SATURDAY 2:04pm.

Noche took some time to walk around MoveCity after her visit to the V.P.D. She spent a few hours flying about by creating wind and getting a feel for the city. The chaos wasn't getting normal, but she was able to at least tune some of it out. By the time she landed outside Mr. Musical's hotel, the sky had turned to twilight.

After calming down some more, and giving it some more thought, Noche made her way to Shaylin's room. The plan was simple, beat Raptorman in the tournament, become the leader of MoveCity, and pass the power over to Dharma. Boom, no more civil war. Still, it was probably a wise idea to bounce this idea off another head and who was the smarter than Shaylin?

Noche regretted those words entering her head as she stood outside the ginger's door. The sounds coming from beyond it sounded like something out of a porno. The sheer volume of moaning was making Noche blush. You know what, this was something Noche could discuss tomorrow.

The door opened and a man with horse legs walked out while pulling his pants up.

"No way — I'm done! I'm spent! I'm outta here!"

"But you're so biiiig," Shaylin said. "Ouuu? Is that a new person? Feel free to join us."

Nocje couldn't turn away from the scene. The words horse dick wouldn't stop playing in her head. She snapped out of her stupor; her face as red as a tomato.

"No! Shaylin's it's me. I wanted to talk to you, but now I don't."

The ginger came to the door. Her hair was sticking out in all directions, she was covered in sweat, and she barely had any clothes on. Just a thin white shirt with a pair of cartoonish eyes on her breasts that said my eyes are down here. It happened that Shaylin had pierced nipples where the pupils would be. This was impossible to miss since the shirt was sticking to all of Shaylin's curves like it was shrinking.

Noche's eyes dropped to the floor faster than a puppet with its strings cut. She kept her gaze downward with Shaylin's shaking legs in her peripheral. She had bumble bees tattooed on her kneecaps.

"Sorry, I have a bit of a sore throat — and jaw," Shaylin said. "Couldn't keep shouting like that."

"Shaylin you are literally killing me. I am going to come back later."

Two more guys and a girl walked out of Shaylin's room.

"Hey we're going to call it a night too," the girl said.

"Aww what! Boo!" Shaylin said.

"Hit us up tomorrow," a guy said.

"Damn, I'm still shaking."

"I told you I do casual and ranked sex," Shaylin chuckled. "Mama likes to play."

"Please stop," Noche whispered.

The three of them left and Shaylin turned back to Noche.

"Well, looks like I'm free now. What did you want to talk about?"

Noche closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. She counted to three before mustering up the courage to look Shaylin in the eyes.

"I hate myself for saying this, but what I want to discuss shouldn't be something we should risk being overheard."