Post by Boardwalk Angels on Feb 11, 2018 21:34:04 GMT -5
WRITER'S NOTE: This event takes place directly prior to Zoey Madigan-Star's "Feathery Hell" promo for LAW #77.
Farrah exits the taxi half a block away from the Dungeon, declining to finish the trip there in the relative comfort of a vehicle and instead walking through the edge of downtown Malibu. Her load was light, with not much being necessary for the later flight up to Portland, so burdens were no issue at least in the physical sense. She removed her light jacket and draped it over her shoulder, the other housing the strap of her bag as she walked the familiar path to where they were waiting for her. The walk had a second purpose, though: time to think. Time to ponder the nightmares that had been plaguing her for over a week now. Time to consider whether or not it was proper to lay her thoughts upon Katalina in the hopes of insight. The Naughty Girl, after all, had much of her own to consider. Where was the fairness in adding more?
There was no one else to speak to, though. No one else had information that would be of help to the Crimson Angel. Even buried deep in her bag she could feel the presence of the mask. To this moment she could not fathom why she kept it with her. Perhaps it could be chalked up to giving Katalina an example of what was going on. Maybe it was something more. Farrah chose not to dwell on it, however. She kept her eyes forward, which became easier as the large building became more visible, as she closed in on the doors.
Inside of the monumental structure, Katalina has just finished yet another of her therapy sessions with Zoey and has once more opted to lie over the padded table to relax just a bit longer. The faint remnants of a purr were still evident in her breath but Zoey was already long gone to her next venture when the domina finally decides to bring herself down to her feet. Grabbing up the wooden cane, Kat saunters her way out into the construction site where there was a flurry of activity in putting things together. The additions were in higher demand now so the crew had grown in size now. However, Kat was still in her state of unending bliss to even take notice until one of the workers saw her walking along. He goes over touching a hand to Kat’s shoulder as she immediately freezes upon the feeling of the heavy, thick fingers resting upon her frame until Katie, wearing her own hard hat, safety goggles, jeans, and buttoned flannel shirt, comes over removing the hand.
”This is the one you were all told about.”
The man simply watches back as Katie begins to usher her Mistress from the working area beyond the massive hamster cage and into the hallway where she checks to make certain she was okay. No tears, the domina was just a little shaken.
”Sorry, Mistress, we couldn’t wait any longer but we didn’t want to disrupt you either. Are you angry?”
”No, Katie, I’m fine.”
Kat answers back trying to regain her sense of superiority above her primary. Not that it was needed. Katie knew her Mistress too well to know of the act. Enough so that she plays along for her benefit.
”Resume your work.”
”Yes, Mistress.”
With a bow of her head, Katie goes back to the construction zone where there’s already another man waiting to discuss something with her. Kat watches her go, proud of her primary, before continuing on down the hall thinking she might go watch her fillies. They should calm her down. Meanwhile, Farrah found that the front entrance wasn’t available due to said construction. One of the workers, however, kindly pointed out the garage area as an entrance, to which she thanked him and carried on. He got a good long look at her rear end, too, before she felt his stare and turned sharply, causing him to quickly look away and pretend to be very interested in a rose bush.
Making her way in, Farrah headed down the steps and thought she caught sight of Katalina making her way down the hall. Following after, she finally caught up to the Naughty Girl at the entrance to the stables, entering after her. Katalina turned, offering a small smile and a nod of welcome which Farrah returned, coming up to embrace the domina carefully before standing at her side and looking on.
"Thanks for sharing some time with me, Kat. I really appreciate it.”
The Crimson Angel leans on the railing, watching the fillies go about their business in quiet. Kat stares at her in a growing silence. Had she forgotten? Was she in such a state of bliss as left by the tender, and sometimes rough, hands of her wife? Looking down, Kat even realized she was still in her robe as she instinctively covers up.
”Of course, love, of course. Um…”
"Tea is prepared, Mistress.”
Kat jumps at the sudden arrival of Ruby, the intern turned full timer at the Dungeon. Her usually long red hair was tied back into a neat bun as her slender frame was covered up in a black latex dress that came up around her neck underneath her collar with with white apron overtop. She kept her hands in behind her back and smiled politely as Kat soon found a great deal of welcome in her arrival.
”In the parlor?”
"Yes, Mistress, as far from the noise as possible just as you requested.”
”Good. Farrah, I apologize for not being able to lead you there myself but Ruby can be adequate for that task if it isn’t too much a bother for you.”
"Take your time. I’ll see you there.”
She puts a reassuring hand on Katalina’s shoulder, then follows after Ruby. Farrah had only met her once, seeing her about a few times but not having the leisure to strike up conversation. The woman had certainly grown into her role here, though… that much was clear to Farrah.
"So… enjoying your time here?”
"Very much so, Miss. Farrah. Mistress is tremendously gifted toward her craft and I wish to be as dedicated toward it as possible.”
Not really leaving much more of an answer, Ruby continues to lead Farrah down the hall and to the parlor, which overlooked the growing gardens through a dome style wall. It hadn’t changed much since Farrah’s last visit yet aside from being set for guests, the parlor only had a single table with a chair on either end. There was, of course, the counter along the far end where a polished tea set waited to be used as Ruby ignores it for now and simply pulls out one of the chairs giving the guest a humble bow as she does. Accepting the gesture, Farrah takes a seat and scoots in a little, pondering quietly.
"If I had known things were so busy I wouldn’t have pestered Katalina. Not for something like this, anyway…”
She didn’t know why she was rambling. ‘Gosh, these nightmares are just awful!’ she could hear herself saying in a voice far too cartoonish for the Hellcat. ‘And the mask and illusions give me the heebee-geebies!’ Ugh… Farrah felt like a tool.
"If I may be so bold, Miss. Farrah, What is it called when a cat wins a dog show? A Cat-Has-Trophy!”
Ruby only smirks herself at the joke she hopes to use as a means in calming the guest down noticing her growing discomfort. Luckily, by this point, there may not be such a need as Katalina enters not dressed in her normal affair of latex or riding gear, but rather a flowing rose patterned sundress. Her dark locks tied back into a loose ponytail as she quickly makes her way across the polished floor. Ruby loses her smirk and goes back into business mode as she pulls out the other chair for her Mistress who takes it with muted thanks.
”Again, I’m truly sorry, Farrah. But...I’m ready now to discuss what you came here for.”
"No trouble. Honest.”
Taking in a slow breath, and pausing to partake of the tea offered by Ruby, Farrah considers her choice in words before speaking up.
"What can you tell me about the Red Lady?”
No sense in pussy-footing around the subject. They were short on time figuratively and literally. As such, Farrah chose to dive right in. Kat looks… surprised. Like a skeleton had been dragged from her closet and just dropped right down in front of her. It could only have been worse if Zoey herself had down the dropping. Ruby remained quite calm, the perfect picture of a maid as she poured out Kat’s tea requesting further instructions in a silent voice bringing the domina back into the conversation.
”Oh, um, this...this is fine, Ruby. Thank you.”
Ruby leaves with a pleasant smile to take her place at the side of the parlor for any further commands as Kat stares across at Farrah.
”I hadn’t even told Zoey, who told you I was once a Follower?”
Her tone suggested a hint of annoyance, a belief that Farrah had delved into a part of Kat’s life she wanted to remain secret. Farrah looked up, raising a brow, then shook her head.
"I had no idea you were. Based on what I’ve seen out of people like Etsuko, coupled with these strange packages, nightmares and hallucinations I’ve been having, I figure that this person… thing… whatever they are, is trying to get at me. You’ve been around LAW long enough to know a lot more than I do about the place and I was hoping that you’d have some kind of insight.”
And that was the truth; Farrah didn’t stick her nose in anyone’s personal business unless she had no other choice. Leave that to people with something to prove.
”Alright,”
She begins calming her nerves down some over the matter. She knew Farrah well enough not to pry. After all, being the friend of a dominatrix’s wife could afford her a chance into blackmailing potential competitors and yet she’s never shown an interest in such details so Kat can trust her here.
”I don’t know much though, I was only a Follower when the order was small, a lot more close knit. Now it’s everywhere you look. But it isn’t like they’ve been...bad or anything, aside from the first sacrifice there’s not much wrong that goes into them. However, the deal is you worship a woman, or perhaps man even, known as the Red Lady. You never meet them, hear from them, or even get clues as to their existence. You simply do and good things are supposed to happen.”
Kat appears conflicted on that note though as she slowly stirs her spoon through the tea cooling it off. Sitting back and folding her arms across her chest, Farrah looks… well, confused isn’t really the proper term. Underwhelmed, perhaps? Like she was expecting more? Perhaps that was a better descriptor.
"Huh. I expected something far more sinister than that considering how much it has been screwing with me lately.”
She glances in Ruby’s direction for a moment, thinking she caught a shift in the woman’s posture and expression. When she spotted nothing of the sort, Farrah turned back to Katalina. After a moment, she gets into her bag and produces the red mask she was sent some time back, along with the black slip of paper with red ink that came with it. Both are placed on the table. Seeing them spooks Kat right from her chair as she falls back on the floor prompting a hurried effort from Ruby to aid her Mistress back up to her feet. Upon seeing the items, Kat’s tone changes immensely as she practically hisses out at Farrah.
”Get out. Get out! Take those things and leave!”
"Mistress, it isn’t nice to treat a guest in such a manner.”
”I’m not dealing with this again.”
Kat pushes herself from Ruby and hurries along away from the table, Farrah, the mask and the note. Seeing her go, Ruby sighs and rises up taking a look down at the objects herself.
"Praise be unto the Goddess. Miss. Farrah, you’ve been chosen.”
The reaction surprised Farrah. Left her shocked into silence, truly. And on any other day, she would have brushed it off as an overreaction not directed at her but the objects. This wasn’t such a day. She put the items back into her bag, her expression darkened. When Ruby spoke up, however, it drew Farrah’s stare… and not a pleasant one. She did not lash out at the young woman, but the comment seemed to rub at a raw spot.
"Chosen, huh? How magical. It was a mistake to come here.”
Rising to her feet, downing the rest of the tea from her cup, Farrah turns to the door that Katalina moments earlier bolted through and audibly snarls. Her hand clenched so tightly that her fingernails dig into her palm, drawing blood. Until a clothe comes gently padded along her hand that is. Ruby had noticed the drawing of blood and wanted to tend to the injury despite Farrah’s own change in attitude.
"It is incredibly so, Miss. Farrah. To be invited means there is greatness seen within your future. It means the Red Lady herself intends to shine her brilliance upon you.”
Ruby finishes up and smiles back at the Angel.
"Miss. Farrah, you came seeking answers and, as a current Follower myself, I can give them to you. I can let you understand the importance of the first sacrifice, the order of things, what the future is set even to hold for you. Mistress...was a Follower once, I’ve tried speaking with her about it. I’ve tried to reignite the spark she once held for the Goddess, but she refuses. So don’t think it’s somehow you she doesn’t appreciate.”
Hoping she’s mended any broken fences between Farrah and her Mistress, Ruby glances down at the seat the Angel was previously occupying.
"Please?”
"Look, Ruby…”
Surprisingly docile as her hand was wrapped up, Farrah listened and watched as Ruby spoke of the Red Lady and all the joys and wonderment that came with being a follower. She truly attempted to find the right words, the proper way to articulate the hurricane of jumbled thoughts in her head. Unfortunately, nothing came to her. After a couple silent moments, she speaks up.
"...the Red Lady ain’t making a good impression right now if she’s the one behind the visions and all that crap. You want to make a case for her and her following? I’ll give you that chance. But… after Zoey and I return from Portland. I don’t put a lot of faith into religion or whatever you’d call her following, but I’ll give you a fair shot to make your case.”
Flexing her bandaged hand, Farrah looks to Ruby and awaits her response.
"Perhaps what this all means is, your visions that is, that there are demons you must confront. Negative energies that exist within your mind and your subconscious is pairing them with the Red Lady in attempt to tell you...that with Her guidance you can overcome the darkness.”
Ruby smiles taking the chance to rest a hand over Farrah’s shoulder.
"The Goddess would never send you ill and offer nothing in return. She wants you strong, Miss. Farrah, She wants you the best you can be. That’s all.”
Sighing, Farrah shrugs her shoulders and meets Ruby’s gaze again.
"We’ll talk about it before the week is out. Take care of yourself till then.”
"You as well.”
Ruby smiles and bows partly from the hip.
"May your path of brilliance shine light upon not only your destination, but your soul as well.”
Unsure of how to take those words, feeling a sense of foreboding from them, Farrah nods slightly and turns, leaving the Dungeon.
Farrah exits the taxi half a block away from the Dungeon, declining to finish the trip there in the relative comfort of a vehicle and instead walking through the edge of downtown Malibu. Her load was light, with not much being necessary for the later flight up to Portland, so burdens were no issue at least in the physical sense. She removed her light jacket and draped it over her shoulder, the other housing the strap of her bag as she walked the familiar path to where they were waiting for her. The walk had a second purpose, though: time to think. Time to ponder the nightmares that had been plaguing her for over a week now. Time to consider whether or not it was proper to lay her thoughts upon Katalina in the hopes of insight. The Naughty Girl, after all, had much of her own to consider. Where was the fairness in adding more?
There was no one else to speak to, though. No one else had information that would be of help to the Crimson Angel. Even buried deep in her bag she could feel the presence of the mask. To this moment she could not fathom why she kept it with her. Perhaps it could be chalked up to giving Katalina an example of what was going on. Maybe it was something more. Farrah chose not to dwell on it, however. She kept her eyes forward, which became easier as the large building became more visible, as she closed in on the doors.
Inside of the monumental structure, Katalina has just finished yet another of her therapy sessions with Zoey and has once more opted to lie over the padded table to relax just a bit longer. The faint remnants of a purr were still evident in her breath but Zoey was already long gone to her next venture when the domina finally decides to bring herself down to her feet. Grabbing up the wooden cane, Kat saunters her way out into the construction site where there was a flurry of activity in putting things together. The additions were in higher demand now so the crew had grown in size now. However, Kat was still in her state of unending bliss to even take notice until one of the workers saw her walking along. He goes over touching a hand to Kat’s shoulder as she immediately freezes upon the feeling of the heavy, thick fingers resting upon her frame until Katie, wearing her own hard hat, safety goggles, jeans, and buttoned flannel shirt, comes over removing the hand.
”This is the one you were all told about.”
The man simply watches back as Katie begins to usher her Mistress from the working area beyond the massive hamster cage and into the hallway where she checks to make certain she was okay. No tears, the domina was just a little shaken.
”Sorry, Mistress, we couldn’t wait any longer but we didn’t want to disrupt you either. Are you angry?”
”No, Katie, I’m fine.”
Kat answers back trying to regain her sense of superiority above her primary. Not that it was needed. Katie knew her Mistress too well to know of the act. Enough so that she plays along for her benefit.
”Resume your work.”
”Yes, Mistress.”
With a bow of her head, Katie goes back to the construction zone where there’s already another man waiting to discuss something with her. Kat watches her go, proud of her primary, before continuing on down the hall thinking she might go watch her fillies. They should calm her down. Meanwhile, Farrah found that the front entrance wasn’t available due to said construction. One of the workers, however, kindly pointed out the garage area as an entrance, to which she thanked him and carried on. He got a good long look at her rear end, too, before she felt his stare and turned sharply, causing him to quickly look away and pretend to be very interested in a rose bush.
Making her way in, Farrah headed down the steps and thought she caught sight of Katalina making her way down the hall. Following after, she finally caught up to the Naughty Girl at the entrance to the stables, entering after her. Katalina turned, offering a small smile and a nod of welcome which Farrah returned, coming up to embrace the domina carefully before standing at her side and looking on.
"Thanks for sharing some time with me, Kat. I really appreciate it.”
The Crimson Angel leans on the railing, watching the fillies go about their business in quiet. Kat stares at her in a growing silence. Had she forgotten? Was she in such a state of bliss as left by the tender, and sometimes rough, hands of her wife? Looking down, Kat even realized she was still in her robe as she instinctively covers up.
”Of course, love, of course. Um…”
"Tea is prepared, Mistress.”
Kat jumps at the sudden arrival of Ruby, the intern turned full timer at the Dungeon. Her usually long red hair was tied back into a neat bun as her slender frame was covered up in a black latex dress that came up around her neck underneath her collar with with white apron overtop. She kept her hands in behind her back and smiled politely as Kat soon found a great deal of welcome in her arrival.
”In the parlor?”
"Yes, Mistress, as far from the noise as possible just as you requested.”
”Good. Farrah, I apologize for not being able to lead you there myself but Ruby can be adequate for that task if it isn’t too much a bother for you.”
"Take your time. I’ll see you there.”
She puts a reassuring hand on Katalina’s shoulder, then follows after Ruby. Farrah had only met her once, seeing her about a few times but not having the leisure to strike up conversation. The woman had certainly grown into her role here, though… that much was clear to Farrah.
"So… enjoying your time here?”
"Very much so, Miss. Farrah. Mistress is tremendously gifted toward her craft and I wish to be as dedicated toward it as possible.”
Not really leaving much more of an answer, Ruby continues to lead Farrah down the hall and to the parlor, which overlooked the growing gardens through a dome style wall. It hadn’t changed much since Farrah’s last visit yet aside from being set for guests, the parlor only had a single table with a chair on either end. There was, of course, the counter along the far end where a polished tea set waited to be used as Ruby ignores it for now and simply pulls out one of the chairs giving the guest a humble bow as she does. Accepting the gesture, Farrah takes a seat and scoots in a little, pondering quietly.
"If I had known things were so busy I wouldn’t have pestered Katalina. Not for something like this, anyway…”
She didn’t know why she was rambling. ‘Gosh, these nightmares are just awful!’ she could hear herself saying in a voice far too cartoonish for the Hellcat. ‘And the mask and illusions give me the heebee-geebies!’ Ugh… Farrah felt like a tool.
"If I may be so bold, Miss. Farrah, What is it called when a cat wins a dog show? A Cat-Has-Trophy!”
Ruby only smirks herself at the joke she hopes to use as a means in calming the guest down noticing her growing discomfort. Luckily, by this point, there may not be such a need as Katalina enters not dressed in her normal affair of latex or riding gear, but rather a flowing rose patterned sundress. Her dark locks tied back into a loose ponytail as she quickly makes her way across the polished floor. Ruby loses her smirk and goes back into business mode as she pulls out the other chair for her Mistress who takes it with muted thanks.
”Again, I’m truly sorry, Farrah. But...I’m ready now to discuss what you came here for.”
"No trouble. Honest.”
Taking in a slow breath, and pausing to partake of the tea offered by Ruby, Farrah considers her choice in words before speaking up.
"What can you tell me about the Red Lady?”
No sense in pussy-footing around the subject. They were short on time figuratively and literally. As such, Farrah chose to dive right in. Kat looks… surprised. Like a skeleton had been dragged from her closet and just dropped right down in front of her. It could only have been worse if Zoey herself had down the dropping. Ruby remained quite calm, the perfect picture of a maid as she poured out Kat’s tea requesting further instructions in a silent voice bringing the domina back into the conversation.
”Oh, um, this...this is fine, Ruby. Thank you.”
Ruby leaves with a pleasant smile to take her place at the side of the parlor for any further commands as Kat stares across at Farrah.
”I hadn’t even told Zoey, who told you I was once a Follower?”
Her tone suggested a hint of annoyance, a belief that Farrah had delved into a part of Kat’s life she wanted to remain secret. Farrah looked up, raising a brow, then shook her head.
"I had no idea you were. Based on what I’ve seen out of people like Etsuko, coupled with these strange packages, nightmares and hallucinations I’ve been having, I figure that this person… thing… whatever they are, is trying to get at me. You’ve been around LAW long enough to know a lot more than I do about the place and I was hoping that you’d have some kind of insight.”
And that was the truth; Farrah didn’t stick her nose in anyone’s personal business unless she had no other choice. Leave that to people with something to prove.
”Alright,”
She begins calming her nerves down some over the matter. She knew Farrah well enough not to pry. After all, being the friend of a dominatrix’s wife could afford her a chance into blackmailing potential competitors and yet she’s never shown an interest in such details so Kat can trust her here.
”I don’t know much though, I was only a Follower when the order was small, a lot more close knit. Now it’s everywhere you look. But it isn’t like they’ve been...bad or anything, aside from the first sacrifice there’s not much wrong that goes into them. However, the deal is you worship a woman, or perhaps man even, known as the Red Lady. You never meet them, hear from them, or even get clues as to their existence. You simply do and good things are supposed to happen.”
Kat appears conflicted on that note though as she slowly stirs her spoon through the tea cooling it off. Sitting back and folding her arms across her chest, Farrah looks… well, confused isn’t really the proper term. Underwhelmed, perhaps? Like she was expecting more? Perhaps that was a better descriptor.
"Huh. I expected something far more sinister than that considering how much it has been screwing with me lately.”
She glances in Ruby’s direction for a moment, thinking she caught a shift in the woman’s posture and expression. When she spotted nothing of the sort, Farrah turned back to Katalina. After a moment, she gets into her bag and produces the red mask she was sent some time back, along with the black slip of paper with red ink that came with it. Both are placed on the table. Seeing them spooks Kat right from her chair as she falls back on the floor prompting a hurried effort from Ruby to aid her Mistress back up to her feet. Upon seeing the items, Kat’s tone changes immensely as she practically hisses out at Farrah.
”Get out. Get out! Take those things and leave!”
"Mistress, it isn’t nice to treat a guest in such a manner.”
”I’m not dealing with this again.”
Kat pushes herself from Ruby and hurries along away from the table, Farrah, the mask and the note. Seeing her go, Ruby sighs and rises up taking a look down at the objects herself.
"Praise be unto the Goddess. Miss. Farrah, you’ve been chosen.”
The reaction surprised Farrah. Left her shocked into silence, truly. And on any other day, she would have brushed it off as an overreaction not directed at her but the objects. This wasn’t such a day. She put the items back into her bag, her expression darkened. When Ruby spoke up, however, it drew Farrah’s stare… and not a pleasant one. She did not lash out at the young woman, but the comment seemed to rub at a raw spot.
"Chosen, huh? How magical. It was a mistake to come here.”
Rising to her feet, downing the rest of the tea from her cup, Farrah turns to the door that Katalina moments earlier bolted through and audibly snarls. Her hand clenched so tightly that her fingernails dig into her palm, drawing blood. Until a clothe comes gently padded along her hand that is. Ruby had noticed the drawing of blood and wanted to tend to the injury despite Farrah’s own change in attitude.
"It is incredibly so, Miss. Farrah. To be invited means there is greatness seen within your future. It means the Red Lady herself intends to shine her brilliance upon you.”
Ruby finishes up and smiles back at the Angel.
"Miss. Farrah, you came seeking answers and, as a current Follower myself, I can give them to you. I can let you understand the importance of the first sacrifice, the order of things, what the future is set even to hold for you. Mistress...was a Follower once, I’ve tried speaking with her about it. I’ve tried to reignite the spark she once held for the Goddess, but she refuses. So don’t think it’s somehow you she doesn’t appreciate.”
Hoping she’s mended any broken fences between Farrah and her Mistress, Ruby glances down at the seat the Angel was previously occupying.
"Please?”
"Look, Ruby…”
Surprisingly docile as her hand was wrapped up, Farrah listened and watched as Ruby spoke of the Red Lady and all the joys and wonderment that came with being a follower. She truly attempted to find the right words, the proper way to articulate the hurricane of jumbled thoughts in her head. Unfortunately, nothing came to her. After a couple silent moments, she speaks up.
"...the Red Lady ain’t making a good impression right now if she’s the one behind the visions and all that crap. You want to make a case for her and her following? I’ll give you that chance. But… after Zoey and I return from Portland. I don’t put a lot of faith into religion or whatever you’d call her following, but I’ll give you a fair shot to make your case.”
Flexing her bandaged hand, Farrah looks to Ruby and awaits her response.
"Perhaps what this all means is, your visions that is, that there are demons you must confront. Negative energies that exist within your mind and your subconscious is pairing them with the Red Lady in attempt to tell you...that with Her guidance you can overcome the darkness.”
Ruby smiles taking the chance to rest a hand over Farrah’s shoulder.
"The Goddess would never send you ill and offer nothing in return. She wants you strong, Miss. Farrah, She wants you the best you can be. That’s all.”
Sighing, Farrah shrugs her shoulders and meets Ruby’s gaze again.
"We’ll talk about it before the week is out. Take care of yourself till then.”
"You as well.”
Ruby smiles and bows partly from the hip.
"May your path of brilliance shine light upon not only your destination, but your soul as well.”
Unsure of how to take those words, feeling a sense of foreboding from them, Farrah nods slightly and turns, leaving the Dungeon.