Immortal Characters
Linda (gts name, Zaria) - 24yo dark-brunette natural/normal (5'8" 117lbs "petite"/C)
Rhea (formerly Cleopatra) - 30yo redhead - natural (5'6" 117lbs "curvy") normal (5'10" 140lbs busty and 'solid')
Sansa
Other templates
Normal Characters
(inventor of wipe-tech) Drew - (29yo wealthy entrepreneur) 5'11" tall
(linda's on-and-off female lover) Lee - (27yo hot blonde waitress?)
Story
Highlander meets wonder-woman, meets female size-change....
remnants of the once-great amazon-nation (light brown skinned, vaguely American Indian or East Asian in appearance)
"Immortal" people with size-change ability hide among humans. Killing each other makes them stronger.
Linda hides among humans, using her power to help them.
Desperately wants someone to know her, but experience shows her they can't handle it.
Where does power come from?
this is one of the secrets of the series... hinted at but never explained.
contamination : http://www.giantessworld.net/viewstory.php?sid=2845
Tribe name? Alcatian
Long Arcs
Rhea acts to reunite with Zaria (a threat to Drew)
Zaria tries to gather tribe-members against Rhea.
Rhea threatens Drew and loved-ones to bait them out and kill them for their power.
Rhea gathers two comrades, and decides it's time to rule again.
Situations
excessive disbelief... followed by proof... followed by (excitement, fear, alarm, aggression, denial, psychosis, ...)
Episodes
PILOT -
Living in Atlanta, Linda is a partner at an investment firm, and has a videoconference from her office with a healthcare startup making the seisure-tech device. Positioned as her "trying to do good" for the world.
We see her high end downtown loft building, and a woman who idolizes and lives with her, but doesn't know her secret. Linda is averse to making strong bonds.
We see a flashback : 800 BC Rhea finds Linda, kills her entire village, including her first male love.
Linda is "under-cover" infiltrating a drug and crime gang as a prized mistress. Today she finally meets the drug-lord, given to him as a prize to satisfy his needs. He has two armed guards standing watch even during his intimacy. She playfully works the "room", stripping as she flirts with the guards. She calls on her power, growing taller and stronger in the face of one guard. Suddenly, she disarms and kills him, then shoots the other guard in the head. Now she's 7' and growing taller as she approaches the boss. She monologues about who she is, growing to 9' before she lifts him off the bed with one hand. She explains her regret using violence, but that men like him just don't respond to anything else. She snaps his neck in her hand, before bangs appear at the door. She leaps from the balcony, landing three stories down and calmly walking away as she shrinks back to normal.
She cringes that someone saw her from a nearby window, and ruminates about the risk of being exposed.
WIPE-TECH
Open on a video-conference from home: Linda is told the seisure-tech has a production sample going through FDA approvals. She's interested to see the product demonstrated on an animal, and agrees she'll be on the next flight out. After the call, her house-concubine wants sex, she never knows when Linda will be back. Linda obliges.
She lands in the airport, and the sharp young male inventor from the startup picks her up at the airport. He's quite charming, and is not shy about saying how attractive she is. She doesn't at all act her "apparent 24yo age" which drives his interest all the more. They talk in the limo from the airport. He asks to take her out for a drink that evening, she says she has a tight schedule and a return flight to catch, so they'll have to do it another time.
At the company, he personally escorts them into the viewing lab, and has them setup the animal test model. They do a short-demonstration of seisure-based interruption to induced narcolepsy, and the short-term memory loss that results. She complements them on their progress as they walk out towards the front conference room.
She excuses herself, saying she forgot her sunglasses in the viewing room. She heads back, uses her power to grow and twist the locked lab door open. It unexpectedly sets off an alarm. She quickly grabs two of the prototypes. Two labtechs show up outside, and she uses one of the prototypes on them. They daze out, sloughing to their feet, and she heads out the backdoor.
The inventor shows up as the two men are becoming alert. They don't remember what happened, and they are all loooking at the door-handle torn clean off. He's secretly excited about the unintended human-trial. The inventor reviews the security camera footage himself to find the attractive investor was the thief. Her feat of strength is alarming, and there is something else 'off', but he can't quite put his finger on it. He's always been worried about weaponization, and begins to wonder if she was sent from the government. He takes the footage off the system, grabs a laptop, and leaves.
We see Linda talking to herself about her carelessness. That there were likely cameras. Hopefully they won't spot much.
Eventually, he finds an empty looking diner, pulls out his laptop, and reviews what happened. The footage is blurry, but he knows he's seeing her tear the doorknob off with her bare hands. It gives him a chill. Then, from the other angle, he sees her walking out the door, and realizes what was "off", her head nearly grazes the 7.5' door frame. He talks to himself about what he should do.
Before she reaches the airport, Linda's phone is ringing. It's the inventor. "Crap" she says to herself out-loud. She politely answers the phone, making up a polite lie about how when she heard the alarm, she just left out the front and called a cab to the airport. He calls her bluff. "That's an interesting story, Ms. xxx, but I think you're going to want to tell me another one. I've always liked you, so I'm going to be blunt. I know you took two of my prototypes. At first I wanted to know why. I thought you might work for a competitor, or the government. But I've been going over the security footage, and I'm no longer worried about that. I not only watched you tear the doorknob off my lab with your bear hands, I saw your head almost hit the seven-and-a-half foot door-jam on the way out. I can understand why someone who can do that would want to induce short-term memory loss. The question running around in my head now is, who are you Linda xxx? Now, I took the precaution of keeping this footage entirely private. Nobody else has seen it. However, if you want me to keep it that way, I expect to hear that story. Let's meet somewhere public. (fancy crowded restaurant and bar), 8pm. Until then."
"Looks like we'll be having that drink together after all." she quipped back, but he'd already dropped the line. "Crap. Crap. Crap." she blurted out to herself. "Almost two hundred years without an incident, and now this tech kid has me on camera."
HER STORY
Linda arrives at the bar at 8pm, and he's already there smiling and looking chipper. They resume their flirty banter like the heist had never happened, and take two seats at the bar. It's incredibly crowded, so there is no worry of anyone hearing them, and little worry that a recording device could even pick anything up. However, she still asks if he's wearing a recording device.
He denies having anything to record her. "If I want to expose you, I already have enough. You were already my favorite investor, an incredibly attractive girl, wise beyond her years, and now this. I want to know who you are, Linda xxx." He stands, "feel free to pat me down if you don't believe it."
She stands to take the invitation, realizes he's looking at her funny, kind of trying to size her up. Something about that twinkle in his eye says not only is he telling the truth, but he's looking for something more than just answers. She decides to pat him down anyhow, making a flirtation out of it, she starts to pat his chest. "Aren't you the lucky one." She hugs him close as she reaches under his jack to pat down his back. "We haven't even had that drink, and already I've got my hands all over you." She finishes by slowly rubbing down the outside and up the inside of his thighs, sure to make him just a little uncomfortable. She sits back down on the barstool, trying to set him off kilter with flirtation. "Okay, no wire. What is it you want?"
As he sits back at the barsool, the bartender briefly stops in front of them, and he turns to order, "I'll take your best burbon, neat. And the lady will have?" She waves her hand to decline, "she'll have the same." He paused, waiting for the bartender to go carry out the order. "So cloak and dagger. We could arrange a clandestine trade. I give you the footage, you give me..." He abruptly stopped mid-sentence, leaning back casually for effect. "But what do I want? I thought about it quite a bit actually. I do want to know how you did it. To see it myself. But those are both so fleeting. This is, you are the most exciting ...opportunity, ever to cross my path. I don't want anything so temporary. I want to get to know you, Linda xxx."
The personal end to his little flirt was so unexpected it sent her heart fluttering for a moment. Wasn't that what she always wanted? What she always searched for? Someone to know her. Really know her. The real her. Instincts batted the thought away. She still hadn't decided if she truly needed the footage. She decided to bluff. "I don't need the footage, because you're not going to show it to anyone. The way I see it, I did you a favor. You're device now has two off the record human trials, way ahead of schedule. Successful I take it?" He slyly nodded, curious where the thought was headed. "I'm not selling your technology to a competitor, or giving it to the government. I'm just getting access to it a little ahead of schedule.
"There are forces at work in the world that you don't see. They've been there from the beginning, pushing the tides of history about. Society has all but forgotten them, called them myths and stories, but they are out there. Be glad you met me. I'm one of the good ones. I'm out there silently keeping the others at bay, those that enjoy watching men crumble in ruins, just for sport." She briefly fingered the device in her pocket, wondering if she'd already said too much, wondering if she should zap it out of his mind and just leave. It did feel good though. It had been hundreds of years since she's shared her real life with anyone. Why did she trust him?
He thought of poking fun. Her delivery was, after-all, pretty melodramatic. But he didn't want to tustle, he wanted to befriend. He struggled to find some middle ground, something to bring this grand fantasy back to reality. "So you... want my device to keep yourself hidden. I can live with that. Keep them. Consider them early investor samples. Though next time, you can go easy on the office doors and just ask." He punctuated his point by touching her arm, the one that was still stiffly in her pocket, holding the device. He felt how rigid she was.
"Linda? Relax. I had us meet here in public for *my* protection. Though right now I have the distinct sense it was entirely unnecessary. In fact, the main reason I haven't given you the footage already is I'd half expect you to just disappear. I don't want you to disappear." He reached out for her arm again, holding it as he felt her soften.
brief flashback near 300BC: to the moment she connected with her first male love, someone who held her arm just like that.
She took her hand out of her pocket. He didn't know how close their conversation came to disappearing at the hand of his own invention. Linda finally realized the bartender had delivered their bourbon, and she took a healthy slog of hers. "And here we are, having that drink. I don't know what it is I see in you. Maybe you remind me of someone I once knew, a long time ago. Young, optimistic, kind. She would stomp you out if she ever found you, just like she did him."
"Hey now, don't worry about me. Besides, how long ago can this be, you can't be more than twenty-two. How does a young girl like you end up an investment partner anyway?" He grabbed for his bourbon and tried to lighten the mood. She didn't look like she was planning to answer, she just chuckled under her breath.
"Did I say something funny? Tell me what it was and I'll do it again." This time she laughed heartedly. His light-spirit was infectious, and she felt it taking her over. It helped her set the darkness away for another day.
"I might not be as young as you think, but if I told you that, I'd really have to use the zapper on you." She leaned in, brushing her finger across his chin in flirtation as she laughed. He caught her mid-gesture, holding her close. Her instincts almost kicked in to tear herself away. She could have easily done it, and might have hurt him in the process, but something about him softened her. She hardly knew him, yet she felt like she'd known him for ages. She let him hold her, as they briefly stared at each other, then he let go.
"If you were any other girl, I would have kissed you just then. Not that I don't want to kiss you. It's just, there is something about you." He was talking nervously fast. "Something mysterious, something dangerous. Sometimes I think you're just a girl looking back, but then I see this thing in your eyes, like a panther stalking prey. You're not afraid of anything or anyone, are you? How do people get.."
She leaned in, and kissed him mid-sentence. He deserved it. His silver tongued flattery had gone on long enough. She held his head firmly, and dipped her tongue into his mouth just long enough to break the ice, to make him want more. She had seduced so many her actions were automatic, but all too rarely was she doing it for herself. Even as she peeled her lips away, she stayed close to him.
"I hope I'm still mysterious." She curler her lips and deliberately flicked the consonants. "Because it's going to take a lot more than flattery and cheap liquor to get *my* story." She leaned in, biting briefly at his lip before she sat back onto her chair.
For a minute he looked dumbfounded. Then he started shaking his finger. "You better not be just messing with me. I could really fall for a girl like you, and so you just better not be messing with me." He took an awkwardly large sip of his drink, almost finishing it. "I'm prepared to work to know you better. Speaking of which, how about we go find somewhere a little... quieter. I have a penthouse apartment nearby."
She recognized his nervous urgency, as she'd seen it so many times before. She wasn't sure if she didn't have it because she'd lived for so many centuries, or if she was just a patient kind of girl. Either way, she preferred patience. It offered more theatre, more sport. She stood up, and hugged him close. "I can see how that might work on most girls. You take them back to your fancy apartment, they get all starry eyed and start taking off their clothes. What did you have in mind for us?" Underneath his jacket, her hands seductively caressed him. "Some Champagne, soft music? Maybe you'd want to see it for yourself, what I can do. Would that make you hot? Seeing me prove that video is real?" She paused for effect, not expecting him to answer, pulling herself against him. "If you play your cards right, I just might show you.... But not tonight."
Suddenly she stepped back and picked her coat up off her seat. "Tonight I have somewhere to be, a plane to catch. But don't worry, we'll see each other again. There is something about you (xxx), and I don't say that about many people." He was standing now, looking a bit disappointed. She pulled each coat cuff to straighten them, and then leaned in, holding and kissing him in an embrace that was fit for old lovers. Just enough to get him excited, then she pulled away, walking for the door immediately.
A few steps away, she turned, holding up one of his prototype devices and calling back to him, "ohh, and thanks for this. It's really going to come in handy." She turned back around before he had a chance to reply, and a moment later she was out the door and into the night.
ALONE
Linda is visiting an art museum, nearly empty during the day. It's a place she enjoys being alone, reminding her of her past. She's walking through the eqyptian section, looking fondly at a piece of jewelery she remembers.
Flashback: 44 BC
four amazon's in their natural height are in a royal egyptian bedchamber, adorned with jewlery and scantily clad. Linda is one of them. Two amazons (Xerce, Lawnette) are lying on a large center bed, next to two men who are spent, asleep, or dead as they melodramatically talk about how hard it is to find satisfaction through the little men. They make vague references to their past days united as the amazon tribe. Linda dryly quips that in those days she doesn't remember those two being any more satisfied. The girls laugh, as they start to fondle each other.
Another amazon is staring blankly off the veranda. Linda goes to her. "What troubles you my empress?" For a moment there is silence. The two look out over a majestic desert city. Flags flowing, fires, twilight, a mixture of music heart wafting up.
"Did you ever think it would come to this, Zaria? Seeking out our own people to remind them of their birthright?" Zaria shook her head, thinking she might as well have called it what it was, hunting. Rhea had killed dozens of their kin in the past year, merely for refusing to let go of the lives they'd forged among men.
"I have something important I need you to do. Go to Rome. Be my emissary there. There are rumors of more of our people being found, and placed into the games." She meant the Gladiator games, in The Collesseum, the most famously brutal of all entertainment. "If you can, stop it. If not, I need you to be there, to receive their charge.
"Take this." It was a large and stunning gold and jade necklace. It would have covered the front of a normal woman, but to the amazon's it was merely a tasteful necklace. "He gave it to me. He'll recognize it and accept you as my confidant." Rhea clipped it around Zaria's neck. "Please give him some warmth in my absense." Zaria nodded.
Rhea's words were thinly veiled, Zaria was to be the Egyptian ruler, mistress, and goddess of Rome. She hated the violence, especially the games. She hated the lust and reverence the Greeks had for might. But at least she would have a break from watching Rhea destroy her people in person. With nothing else said, she backed away, excusing herself to make travel arrangements.
Back in the museum, she recognizes the jewlery like it was yesterday. It looks oversize in the case, but then it wasn't designed for normal humans. Suddenly she feels odd, it's the calling. Another Amazon is near. She calls out, "Hello?" She looks around. "Hello?" Her senses are triggered, and her motions become deliberate, calculated. She heads for the entrance. A dark figure moves in the shadow, large, imposing, almost eight feet tall. Linda positions herself with care, only barely flaring her own strength. A moment later she can see it's Xerce, gorgeous as ever. Her size has stretched her shirt skin-tight and away from her waist, and left her skirt not even mid-thigh length.
"Zaria.. My dear Zaria. Such an unexpectedly tasty surprise. What brings you wandering into my museum?" Xerce isn't making any threatening movements, but Zaria keeps her guard up just to be sure.
"Sometimes I like to remember the old days. Jewelry always brings me back there." Zaria had to make a choice, stay and fight or run. If she wasn't careful Xerce would make it for her. She started to flare her strength as she stepped carefully sideways behind a large glass museum case filled with Egyptian pots. Her dress felt tight for a moment, then loosened as she reached Xerce's height. (pic) Like most of her clothing, the cut and stitching were designed to stretch and expand, to a point. This dress had an elastic waffle weave up the front that opened. It was designed more for sex appeal than combat, but today it would have to do double duty.
"Mmm, Zaria. That dress makes me want to seduce you more than kill you, if I thought I'd have any chance. You shouldn't have done it. We had a good thing going back then, as Egyptian gods." Xerce picked up a long ancient spear, and was headed right for her now.
"It doesn't need to be like this, Xerce. I don't forsake you for living among them, that's Rhea. Turn around, walk away. Enjoy your immortality." Zaria was backing up now. There were no weapons near her, just ancient clay and useless trinkets -- clearly part of Xerce's plan. Zaria knew it wouldn't matter. She wished she could stop it, but the aggression was already flaring in her too now. She felt her teeth snarl into a growl as she bent her knees reading for anything.
"Don't you see? I'm not going to get another chance like this. I can't beat her, Zaria. She's already found me twice, and I only nearly escaped then. My only chance is to take your charge. I have to try." Xerce flared her size more, reaching nearly nine feet, her top tearing into bands that barely covered her, her skirt torn like a homeless person's attempt at fashion. She leaped, over a cabinet, her spear pointed for Zaria's neck.
Zaria felt sadness, watching her leap through the air in slow motion. She cursed Rhea, hated her with every breath. Zaria didn't want to kill her own kind, not now, not ever. Xerce was mid-arc now. Zaria grabbed the heavy cabinet and heaved, flaring her size and strength. It bent and tore free of the floor loudly, stopping three feet further, right at the end of Xerce's path.
Xerce was surprised, looking down at the metal case, trying to decide how to land. She reached her foot for the edge, planning to step and then come down on Zaria a moment later. She was committed, only the metal wasn't strong enough. It gave out, buckling under her weight, twisting her off balance.
Zaria could see it happening microseconds earlier. She stepped calmly, holding her hand out to take the spear, just as Xerce began to fall. Zaria was over nine feet now. Her dress weave showing six inches of open stitching up the front to accommodate her new size. Xerce crashed onto her back loudy, not only crushing the cabinet, but causing it to crush into the marble floor. Before she could move, Zaria had the spear at her neck.
"I, Zaria, judge you an unfit member of the amazon clan of Asperos. Your years of serving your world with honor will be remembered, but you will serve it no longer. Goodby Xerce."
"Goodbye Zaria." Her face was blank now. Truthfully she had given in centuries ago. Maybe on the same night Zaria remembered. Just after Zaria left to prepare for Rome, Rhea had a moment of playfullness where she killed Lawnette, Xerce's lover, without provocation, right in front of her, for fun. Rhea had an explanation, as she always did, but it was without meaning. Xerce stared up, as the spear split her neck.
Light began to swirl around the wound, spiraling up and around Zaria. Piercing her skin. Gently at first, then painfully. Inch by inch Xerce's body was being consumed, turned into energy. Zaria fell to her knees, and screamed at the pain. As the charge finished, she looked for an exit. She leaped sixteen feet up, her body tearing through glass and cement onto the roof. She calmed herself as she ran to the edge of the building, reducing her size for the fall. At the edge, after seeing noone in the alley, she jumped, landing with a crunch as her feet tore through an inche of shoe and cement. She stepped away unfased, headed for where she had parked her car, saddened it had happened. She could already hear the sirens showing up on the other side of the building.
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"Linda!? What happened to you? Where are your shoes?" Linda's lover exclamed, looking at fresh dried blood on her shoulders and arms. It was left over from where she crashed through the cement roof, her wounds having since healed. Linda looked at herself for only a moment, standing expressinless as her lover embraced her. The charge was like that, it left her feeling impervious yet also raw. She was tired. Tired of being alone. She grabbed (lover) by the arms.
"I want to tell you. Tell you what I really am. Though I'm worried it will change things." Her lover's eyes looked surprised, but also rapt with attention. "I am the first advisor to the emperor of the Amazon nation of Asperos; I am judgement; I am light; I cannot be killed; I cannot die; I have lived centuries among you; I am immortal."
What had begun as something fun, quickly left a sour taste in (lover)'s mouth. "I don't understand. Is this some kind of role-play? You're scaring me. What happened to your shoes? Why do you have blood on your arms?"
Zaria was in no mood for this human softness. She reached for a sharp edged piece of art on the entry-table, dragging it against her arm. "No! What are you doing!?" It tore a fresh wound and blood as her lover shrieked. Then she closed her eyes, swelling her strength and size, until she was just seven-and-a-half feet tall. Seconds later, the blood stopped, her arm was healed.
(Lover) staggered backwards, looking up at Linda's towering height with freight. "What!? What is happening here? Am I losing it? What just happened? This can't be. Are you going to hurt me?" Her feet lost their footing, and either she tripped, or she fainted. Either way she ended up on the floor, briefly unconscious.
"I'm so tired of being alone." Zaria reached for her entry-way safe, tapping a code, and pulling out one of two seisure-induction prototypes. She calmed herself, returning to her normal height as she went to (lover) on the floor. When she came to, she pointed the device into her eyes, and pushed the button. She convulsed in her arms for a moment.
"What? What happened? Did I faint? What is that on your arm? Is that blood? Is that my blood?"
"Yes, you fainted. I'm fine. I had a nosebleed in the elevator and didn't have anything to catch it. If you're alright I'll go clean it up. You're alright?" Her lover nodded, as she rose, headed for the master bath.
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as she cleans up, she gets a text from the young inventor. "still on the grid?" (rough night..) "busy keeping forces at bay?" (you could say that.) "wish I was there?" (actually, I kind of do.) "I can be wheels down in Atlanta by 1:45." (pause as she seriously considers it) "too much?" (no, but i have something to finish here first. Come in twelve days.) "Twelve? That mysterious thing is still workin' for you." (good. out.)
illusion to her giving over to her lover, knowing she needs to end it.
FIRST VISIT (drew visits linda)
walking home from work, a truck hits a building a few blocks away, Zaria moves heavy objects to free survivors. Zaps them with the device afterwords.
Somehow even helping the people has lost something. She's really sad about something, but she's not sure what. Maybe it's normal, her lover left nine days ago, but then again Zaria wasn't very attached anyway. Maybe it was Xerce. It had been a long time since she'd seen taken someone she knew so well. She secretly hoped those days were behind her.
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When she arrived at her apartment, (inventor) was there. He put his hands up and started talking excitedly. "Now, I know what you're thinking. It's only been ten days, and you said twelve. But I'm *technically* in town for due-dilligence on a technology acquisition. I just figured since I was here, I'd drop by this box of chocolates. You do like chocolates right?" She took the box without expression, before punching numbers on the keypad of her loft.
Inside, she set the chocolates on the entry table, before closing the door, and immediately and unexpectedly ravaging (inventor) with a passionate kiss. "Whoa, Linda. Guess I should have come ten days ago."
"No. You're here at the perfect time. Will you do something for me?" He looked on with expectation. "Call me Zaria in private, at least tonight. It's my given name. It's been too long since anyone called me that. I guess I'm... missing home."
"Zaria? Done. Look into my eyes, Zaria." His tone was a bit campy as he leaned in for a second kiss. She needed the mood lightening and she played back, laughing, and putting her hand on his chest, pushing him away. He made a mock-sour face, then looked around. "So this is what home looks like for a mysterious force of good."
"Watch it," she said playfully, pushing at his hip. "You know there was a time where male servants were beheaded for talking to me so casually."
"Ohh *really*. I've been promoted to male servant already? Here I thought I was still just a domesticated pet of some kind." He wrapped his arms around over her shoulders, kissing her neck from behind. It reminded her of a simpler time.
short flashback - a mayan lover, holding her from the top of a great mayan city center pyramid. (she's 10' tall and seated, he's standing) He says something romantic, she swoons and flirts back.
He's still standing behind her, but brushing his hand through her hair now. "Linda? Zaria?" Her head finally turns. "Where did you go just then?"
"Memories. Lots of memories." She turns, holding his hands. "(inventor), what is it you think I did back at your company?" His face turned a little puzzled, and he moved a few steps away, thinking.
"Well. You tore a metal door open with your bare hands and took... no, borrowed, two of my prototypes. Ohh, and somehow you looked over seven-feet-tall on the video footage. Did I miss anything?"
"And you don't think you're going crazy? You think that actually happened?" She stepped close enough to touch him, but didn't.
"Umm. Let's see, I watched the footage, ohh, about three hundred times. So I guess I'd say, yeah, I'm pretty sure I know what I saw. Is this a trick? Are you wearing a recording device?" She smiled. It had been so long since she'd had anyone truly know her. She didn't want to push it, but she was hopeful, maybe (inventor) could handle it.
"No recording devices. You can pat me down if you like." She held her hands up, curling her wrists and back flirtatiously. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in.
"I admit, I do sometimes wonder if I'm crazy. I meet this amazing girl, she's so beautiful and articulate. Then suddenly she's borrowed some of my prototypes, leaving behind unbelievable video footage, telling me tidbits of an outlandish story, sending me dirty text messages -- and here I am, a week later, dying to be with her. I have to admit, something about that sounds a little crazy."
"Not crazy. I like you too, (inventor). Would you feel a little less crazy if I showed you?" He winced his face, looking somewhat unsure even as he nodded. "Are you sure you can handle it? You won't lose it?"
"Uhm. I think things are under-control here, but... No. Promises." He smiled a funny sideways smile. She hadn't said anything when he realized he felt something odd. The way they were holding each other felt different, like she was moving but not moving. He felt a little dizzy looking at her, until he realized he wasn't moving, she was. Her eyes and smile stayed locked to his as they rose softly upwards. First she was just a couple inches taller, then she had matched his height, then she was looking down at him by about an inch. He suddenly let go, stepping backwards.
"Okay, that's just.... Wow." He paused to get a better look at her. She seemed almost the same, only bigger. Her dress had pulled apart in places; woven holes that were not open before suddenly were. He put on a nonchalant expression as he put a finger to his cheek, "but that's only six-foot-or-so. What happened to forces of super amazon princess royalty?"
She squinted her eyes at him, deciding how to best respond. She stepped around him, pinning him playfully against the kitchen island. "You sure are confident. I don't scare you? Even a little bit? *That* might be crazy." She took one of his hands, directing it to her shoulder, firmly enough to show him he couldn't resist if he tried.
"What's to be scared of? I'm neither a lab doorknob, or a force of evil. Something tells me I'm *safer* with you right here." She smirked, finding his playful flattery and comfort so disarming. She didn't know why he trusted her, or why she trusted him, but she needed it. As she flared her size a little more, she felt something different growing inside her, happiness.
(inventor) felt it more obviously this time, with his hand on her shoulder. His eyes looked about ready to bug out of his face as he watched her swell larger. Supermodel height was interesting, but watching her grow another foot and a half was nothing short of a surreal, mind-bending, acid-trip, without the drugs. Meanwhile, the designed holes in her dress expanded as she grew, exposing provocative patches of skin. Not the least of which was the startling cleavage which was now up to his chin. "Ohh, my.." He stopped with his mouth open, stunned, not sure what he meant to say.
"Goddess? I've been called that before. And worshiped. You can do that if you like, but something tells me your not looking for a diety." She took his hand from her shoulder, relieving the awkward reach. "I should warn you though, flaring my size exaggerates certain, dominant tendencies." She brought his hand towards her chest, deliberately tucking his fingers over the fabric and against her skin.
It had been so long since she'd enjoyed someone like this, seduced them like this, she forgot how much she liked it. She stood there, watching him almost forget himself. He gently pushed his hand into her breast, marveling at her body. He was so lost in the moment he didn't notice her movement until she had lifted him up by the arms. "Whoa! What the?"
She held him up effortlessly, his eyes just over hers but his feet almost two feet off the ground. Then she gently sat him down on the kitchen island, hugging in close between his legs. It didn't bring him up to her eye level, but he was... closer.
"Hmm, let's see. How shall I have you." Her hands fell on his crotch, rubbing across it before moving to the waist of his pants. "I normally like to go easy on my men. Relieve the pressure first." In just a moment she had his fly open and her hands on his obvious reaction. "What would put you more over the edge, seeing me naked, or bending some metal doorknobs?"
"Uhm... Both!?"
---- where is this going?
OLD FRIENDS - (Drew witnesses threat of real amazon combat, but they turn out to be old friends)
RHEA INTRO - (threat to Drew is established)
Elizabeth (Rhea) (5'10") poses as an interested "buyer" for Drew's technology company, brings lawyers and a very attractive offer. Drew finds her a bit 'older' yet very attractive and tall (6'1" in heels). She invites herself back to his apartment to talk over some post-merger plans, but then takes an opportune moment to seduce him... kicking off her shoes, making herself hard to resist.
He doesn't want to tank the deal, and tries to play it smooth and not-exactly-reject-her, while admitting he's seeing someone. She is undeterred, forcing him to admit that it's quite "new", and that he's not all that monogamous. She flaunts their elite "connection" as wealthy entrepreneurs, along with her slightly flared body.
"I take what I want, and I don't like to hear 'no'. What if it was an informal condition of the acquisition that you not stop me? How would you feel then?" She has him pinned up against the wall, and is really pushing his buttons. "Would you're 'new girl' be worth tanking a billion dollar deal over? Or would she understand?" He struggles to even understand how to respond.
He finally comes up with a long winded response, acknowledging her beauty, the effect she's having on him, that it's really not his 'new girl', but his 'business ethics' which make it wrong. He wants to separate the deal from this -interest-. Trying to appeal to her business side, while saying no without using the word.
"Sound reasoning. I can see I'm in business with the right man." Even as she took his hand, Drew let out an internal sigh of relief, expecting that his face-saving had worked. Only she didn't back-off. In fact, something was very strange. He felt like her presence was subtlety more imposing, like she was leaning over him. His mind bent in shock as he recognized what was happening. He had seen Zaria do it. She was growing taller right in front of him. First she was looking down from a couple inches above, a moment later her chin had passed his eyes. "Fortunately for the acquisition, I won't require your your compliance in this matter."
She firmly held his hand as she grew. By the time she finished speaking, she wasn't only 8' tall, her frame had widened substantially. Right in front of his nose, her dress halter had spread, spilling out an excessive amount of cleavage. "Impressive, aren't they?" He realized he was staring, and looked up, only to find her head sharply tilted down at him (pic). She lifted his hand, and a moment later he was off the ground, painfully dangling by the elbow.
"I'm not the first Alcatian you've met." Her other hand fished into his pocket, causing his body to twist a little as she fished out his cellphone. "You will call the other one, I wish to speak with her." She held the cellphone out, waiting for him to take it. It took him a moment to respond, realizing she had no intention of putting him down. He reached for the phone with his free hand, careful not to drop it as he unlocked it and dialzed Zaria's number. It began to ring.
The woman took the phone from him, continuing to hold his body weight as if it was no effort. A moment later Drew heard a faint answer, and Liz responded. "Hello Zaria. It has been too long... Yes, and I seem to have found your frail little," she shifted her attention to Drew, turning him slightly as if inspecting, "boy. Ohh, he'll be quite alright... for a while. Though I do suggest you hurry over." Drew heard cracking sounds as she put her thumb through the phone before tossing it aside.
"Tell me little boy, how long until she arrives?" Drew's attention was equally split between the increasing strain in his elbow, and the massive amount of her cleavage shown bare. It took him several seconds to hear her question, catch-up, and respond.
"...she's. She's in Atlanta; she needs to catch a plane.. It'll be ... at least ... three or four hours." His words were slightly huffed from the effort he exerted attempting to avoid pain in his arm. Her lip curled as she considered his answer.
"I'm tempted to amuse myself with you, but the last time I did that with one of Zaria's toys, she didn't speak to me for two centuries. Looks like I'll get to try this thing out sooner than I anticipated." The silver prototype looked small in her hands. Drew didn't have time to look away before she flashed it at him, sending his body into convulsions.
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flashback to 1500 AD, when Rhea gets Zaria's indian male lover to worship her for fun, then kills him -- almost accidentally. Zaria fumes at her, declaring her an unfit being, undeserving of the title of their tribe. Battles her, but she's not strong enough (or convicted enough), eventually Rhea subdues her and leaves.
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When Drew came to, he was sitting on the kitchen floor, drenched in water, and Elizabeth was standing over him with a half-empty glass in her hand. "Drew? Drew? Are you okay?" She slapped his face briskly, and he waved his hands to stop her from doing it again.
"Yes, yes, I'm alright. I'm alright. What happened?" He felt a little dizzy, like the world was spinning, but it wasn't. He wondered how he got here. That afternoon, the deal, the lawyers. Elizabeth asked they talk privately, and ... she used the device on him! How could he be so stupid. He was going to have to figure out a fail-safe for that soon.
"We were talking about product strategy, and you were showing me one of your prototypes, when it unexpectedly went off. What's the last thing you remember?" She finally stood, and he slowly followed, still a little off balance.
"Our meeting, at the office. A limo ride here. You taking off your shoes, then waking up on the floor." In truth, he remembered a little more than that. The beginnings of her heavy-handed attempt to seduce him, almost threatening it as a condition of the deal. He hoped they were past that.
"I see. I didn't expect to get such a personal demonstration of the product, but it certainly helps make your case. Are you sure you weren't trying to set that off on me? " She came intimately close, flirtatiously setting her hand on his chest. "So I'd forget how you were looking at me? about our kiss? Don't worry, I like that there is a little more than business going on here." Drew didn't remember any of that. Had he kissed her? She was tall and gorgeous, and the way she was tucked up against him right now was having an effect. But what about Zaria? He couldn't imagine himself not thinking of her. She wasn't just a beautiful woman, she was extraordinary.
Drew ran out of time to think as Elizabeth leaned in and pecked him with a gentle kiss, then backed away. "Shame that will have to wait until another time. I need to be on the ground in Stockholm in fourteen hours, and I'm cutting it dangerously close." She reached for her shoes and started slipping them on. "I'll have my lawyers look over the details, and you'll hear from them tomorrow. I'm very excited to be working with you, Drew xxx. We're going to change the world." Then she grabbed her briefcase, and as quickly as she had come, she had gone. Drew shut the door behind her, still feeling foggy over the lost-time.
If he did have a device, when where did it go? He started wondering if she'd taken it, when he spotted a broken cellphone on the floor. He picked it up, instantly recognizing it as his own. It looked exactly as it had a few hours ago, except for being smashed and bent like it had been put in a shop vice. He turned to the closed door, wondering how that fit into story of the lost time -- the real story.
ZARIA sees the threat
Zaria arrives at Drew's place, expecting to find Rhea. Drew has no idea what she's talking about. She explains the phone call. He points out the broken phone, that his device was used on him so he lost time. Zaria wants to know what this woman Elizabeth looks like. He Internet searches her picture, and Zaria confirms it was Rhea. Drew is shocked, and explains the buyout offer for his company. They talk about it for a minute, but then Zaria breaks the conversation and hugs him firmly.
Zaria explains how she expected him to be dead. She explains Rhea's disregard for any worth of men. Recounting some of the terrible things she's done. "you make her out like she's some kind of vindictive empress" (she's been that before, more than once. You can't be alone anymore. I won't let you be alone anymore.)
This starts a playful game of protectiveness. "Ohh really? What are you going to do, follow me everywhere?" (No. You're going to follow me.) She flares her size. ???
--- ???
--- it will be safer for you if we keep our relationship hidden.. the more tribe-members who know, the harder it will be to protect you from Rhea.
TAG-ALONG
Drew and Linda/Zaria's accomodate each-other's lives... Drew explaining her constant presence in his business life.. and reacting to the many-faces of Linda/Zaria in her life.
Zaria re-connects with a 'friendly' yet frisky tribe-member, Sansa. Explains that Rhea has resurfaced. They catch-up, discuss the tribe, other contact. The conversation drifts to Drew, and how much he knows. Zaria explains he's an insider, and that Rhea has threatened him. Sansa referencing Zaria's constant interest in the other sex, and Rhea's constant desire to rid her of it. Zaria tries to dodge, implying Rhea got the wrong impression, and now she's just trying to protect him. Sansa uses the opportunity to get frisky, suggesting that in that case, Zaria won't mind if she has a little fun with him, as it's been a long time since she's been with a man who knows what they are -- assuming he's up for it. She flares herself. He isn't sure how to respond, but Zaria plays it cool, not revealing their connection. Events ensue.
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Current Storylines...
Chronological history....
800 BC Amazons are a great nation. Strong and mostly just, under Rhea, with Zariaas her first council. (Amazon's walk free 6.5 feet tall)
600 BC Amazon's finally defeated at Athens, taking over the great city. Rhea, then proud leader, uses ancestral magic to bind and strengthen her tribe, not realizing the dark-side of the magic. That each time one dies, those near grow stronger. They "spread to the wind and hide among men"
400 BC a group, including Rhea and Zaria, plots an overthrow, inciting a battle where many are killed. Rhea and Linda receive the power from their deaths, and both become 7.5 feet tall. Rhea and Zaria have a fight, Rhea wants to rule. Zaria wants to stop bloodshed.
300 BC Rhea 8 feet tall, finds Zaria hiding in peace, kills her entire village, including her young love, berating her for taking no action against men, for hiding among them. Rhea will not kill Zaria.
.. ?? (somehow Rhea gets Zaria into her graces again)
50 BC Rhea becomes "Cleopatra", up to 9 feet tall seductive mistress of Ptolemy XII Auletes, and later his two sons. Declaring herself the reincarnation of the goddess Isis through demonstrations of her power, she rules jointly with Ptolemy as his daughter. She married her "brother" Ptolemy XIV, and seduced Julius Caesar with her sexiness and power.
During this reign, she used her influence to hunt other members of her amazon tribe, killing them both for their power, and as a demonstration of hers.
Zaria works behind the scenes to try to minimize bloodshed. Eventually she seduces Ceasar as well, and attempts to turn him on Rhea. This fails, and she's forced to kill Ceasar in 44 BC.
30 BC Rhea 10-feet-tall stages her death as "Cleopatra". She's found all the hiding Amazons, and plans to travel north. She stages her own death and funeral in an elaborate display just for fun.
.. ??
200 AD Rhea lead a group of middle-eastern people towards Europe, all who accepted her as their god and ruler. She used the military campaign to find and kill Amazon's in hiding. She left mysteriously around 800 AD. By 1000 AD the Christian crusades has destroyed most written and oral record of her following.
200 AD Zaria had reached the Mayan empire, to travel among them. Eventually a misstress to many of their leaders.
300 AD Zaria showed her true power after witnessing the assination of the leader of Campeche, one of her lovers. She killed the assasin, and was elevated to god-hood over the Mayans. The civilization flourished for hundreds of years under the confidence of her care.
1000 AD Rhea arrives in Mayan civilizations after hearing rumors of a great Amazon. She goes on a rampage, destroying city after city to find the rumored Amazon. Eventually she finds Zaria and her amazon enclave. Zaria fights to defend them, but Rhea kills the lesser Amazons, making both of them more powerful. She will not kill Zaria, and leaves her with her beloved Mayans in ruins.
.... rumors of the Mayan carnage make it unsafe for Amazon's to walk in their enhanced form. From here on out, even Rhea walks as a "normal" 5'11" woman.
1000 AD Zaria joins the American Indian nation. Staying only 8-10 years in a tribe, because then people start to notice she does not age. Rhea explores europe -- mostly for entertainment.
1300 AD Rhea found that Amazon's left for the "new world" to escape persecution for their light brown skin. Rhea joined them, and stirred up the people of Salem against "witches", in order to have them killed and absorb their power.
1500 AD Rhea finds Zaria among the indians, and kills her male lover for fun.
... ??
2015
2020 WIPE-TECH - Linda tracks down a research group working on a handle-held medical seisure induction device. It's intended for the treatment of narcolepsy and catatonia, but it has the side effect of wiping short-term memory. She poses as an investor to stay close to the group, and when they have it working, she uses her power to steal it, and the device to wipe their memory of it.
PILOT -