Chariza's Room

Bar's trusters were making a loud noise spinning as fast as they could but not actually activating. He shook his head at what Char had said feeling her breast in his hand but he began to smoke a bit from the back of his head as a rather quiet alarm went off; "Warning, plasmic ejection imminent sub critical failure in energy control" it said the Bar looked at Char. "This is a bad idea curves..."

Chariza laughed as she watched Bar beginning to lose control, her eyes widdened, she shook her head and patted his shoulder. "Ever thought of taking your hand back and not touching my breast?" she said as she rolled off of Bar, she was on the other side of the bed, watching him, his trusters spinning out of control and smoke beginning to expell from the back of his head, she stared at him and watched, she then thought that it was a bad idea that she had made him this way. "Oh...oh...he's gonna blow." she quickly said her eyes stayed on him, she made no move.

BAr shook his head and if he could blush he would have. "|Energy regulation correspoding|" the robotic speaker voice said. "Sorry, miss Char...Overheating me like that would have send plasmic energy through your roof, I wouldn't expload but the energy stored would release an electrical storm in your room..."

"Well it's a good thing I stopped." She looked at him, crawling back beside him she once again patted his shoulder and grinned. "Well now I see your weakness, what DID Exodus do to you?" Raising a brow she shook her head, she leaned close to Bar and kissed his monitor. "You poor thing, you became one of Chariza's victims, now you see how bad she can be." she added on, as she continued to shake her head.

"Well now you also see how bad I can be" said bar as his thrusters vroomed up once again as he kissed his monitor but they cooled down shortly after. "As much as I would like that again it would be unadviseable" he said chuckling.

She chuckled and wrapped her arms around Bar. "You're such a sweet robot, If I could I'd eat you all up." she stated giving a light squeeze as she hugged him. "But there are others out there." Her voice became soft as she thought of all the other people in the world, she wished she could find someone who could manage to not be drawn into her tortured side, the side she had just done to Bar. "Now if anyone were to escape that side of me, that'd be a wonder." she added on with a smile, the first actual innocent smile she had given, ever since she met Bar.

"I do not meran to repeat myself but before Jam reprogrammed me you would've had no effect on me. It's his fault" explained bar with a chuckle. "I am a robot and must follow my programming sadly. And I can only give emotional support, not physical."

Chariza gave him another sqeeze, she laughed once agian. "That I know, but hey I think you may have found yourself a new friend." she chuckled as she let go of the hug and walked back to the fireplace to flip on the switch which turned the fire back on, she then took the oil bucket and took it into the kitchen so that it wouldn't get mixed with the fireplace.

Bar kept his oil injector and put it back in his leg compartment. "Thank you once again for the oil, I'm sure I'll need it in the near future. And I would very much enjoy being your friend Curves." he said getting up. "You are a dragon?" he said pondering a bit. "That means you must be quite old?" he asked.

"Well excuse me...." Chariza said in a harshfull tone, yes she was older than most, but she did not like it when people said that to her. "If you must know, yes I am, but I can show you that I am as sexy as I was back when I was young." she added, she raised a brow and smirked. "Would you like to see?, oh but wait, you may extremely overheat this time." she chuckled. Her voice toned down a bit seeing that the question Bar had asked wasn't to offened her.

"My logistics have never been able to explain the priciples of 'magic'. I apologize and yes you are quite sexy Curves but I was just asking as you might know much about this type of lore. I have been given the same rights as a living being in intelligence and beliefs. I can choose to believe in something and to have a dream. I was hoping you could tell me a way that I might go about becoming...living?.." he asked.

"We are here." She said as she stood in front of her apartment door, she took out the keys from her pocket and opened the door, she swung it wide open for Bar to enter, she then walked in right after he had entered. She walked immediatly towards the kitche, opening the fridge she shuffled around looking for already sliced pineapples, some freshly cut onions, a pack of cheese, and all the other ingrediants needed to make the pizza. She later laid it on the island table and whisled for Bar to head into the kitchen, with a hand propped against her hip the other on counter, she smiled happily as Bar came into the kitchen. "Ready to make a meal?" She said, although she was only referring to the pizza.

"Oh why thank you Curves." said Bar as he walked into the appartment. He remembered the place quite easily as it hadn't been long since he last visited. Bar made his way into the main area of the room but he heard Char whistle and headed over leaning on the island table. "You bet I am! Its not even put together and it already looks delicious." he said with a smile and letting Char take the lead since he had no cooking experience.

She gave a plesaent smile back then she began to roll the dough into a flat circular shape after that she handed it over to Bar, pushing it in front of him, she then gave him the tomato sauce and handed it to him also. "Why don't you try making it, promise It's not that hard." She said observing and watching what he was doing.

Bar smiled and nodded. "Okay but if it turns out bad I blame you" he said with a shuckle as he poured some tomato sauce on it starting to spread it around. It was spread on perfectly, almost robotically as Bar made sure it was evenly spread about the round dough. "Then you add cheese right?" he asked lookimng at Char, still never losing his smile.

She shrugged saying nothing for an instand. "Actually, why don't you tell me?" She said, already knowing, he knew what to do, a robot like him had plenty of memory stored in his system, so he may as well find some sort of recipe and use it, but she didn't say that, she just gave him that adoring smile and shrugged once more, she still hadn't said a word to him if he was right or wrong.

"Is that what you like? Being told what to do?" he said smirking and quirking a brow. He gratted up the cheese and spread it over the sauce, cut the peperonni, onions, peppers. "Anything you want on your pizza Curves? I don't know what you like to eat but it looks delicious so far."

She laughed at what he had to say, but instead of replying back she simply turned around to get herself a glass of water, taking big gulps as if dehydration had kicked in. She turned around, feeling better. "Not in particular, I'm more of a comander than a person who would rather be instructed to do." With that she turned back around to get another glass of water. "Oh and whatever you want to try is fine by me." She said before taking another gulp.

"You're drinking quite a bit of water there, you alright there?" asked Bar as he opened the oven door slipping in the pizza and turning it on. he leaned on the edge of the oven and smiled watching Char. "Enough to drink?" he asked with a chuckle.

She smiled back, but her innerself wanted to scream, before she could even think straight, she had put too much pressure while holding the glass, and it shattered into pieces, her eyes widened and she saw the blood streeming dowm her hand, she scratched her head with her other hand and laughed nervously, as if nothing had happened. "Oh my..." She said still looking at her now bloody hand.

"Oh Char! are you alright?" asked bar and he approached her and grabbed her hand, his metallic sol crusing the glass on the floor. A compartment in his ches opened and he pulled out mizapane spray. "This might sting a bit but it will help you heal..." he said spraying her hand, worried for her. He only had one true friend here and he never wanted to see her get hurt.

As Bar sprayed it onto her hand she couldn't help but bite her lip, it was was pretty painful, but she had to bear it. "Thanks, but no really I'm alright." She said taking her hand back and taking tiny pieces of glass out of her skin one by one.

"A-Are you sure?" he asked concerned. "I would hate for something to be wrong with you. I errr...well there's nothing wrong with you but...you know what I mean Curves.." he said blinking and turning away. 'if you say you are fine I'll believe you."

(sorry Bar, it's too painful to post right now, I'lll post back later)

Chariza walks into her room and begins taking boxes and bags out of her closet and starts packing all her things, taking all the treasures and putting them into a seperate bag. A few hours or so later her room had completely turned upside down from all the packing, it hurt her to leave a place like this, but she knew it was time to leave. After all her packing was complete, she whispered a spell, all her belongings vanished into thin air and she stood in the middle of her appartment emptiless. She then whispered goodbye and walked out of her appartment, leaving everything she worked for behind.