The Valkyrie Progect / Aphroditus & Redwolf3

[Aphroditus Dionysus]

Birta stepped bare foot onto the white tile floor of the large communal shower room they kept here in the 'barracks'

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Birta Norðsdóttir
Clever: 4
Beefy:1
Fast: 3
Sexy: 2
When birta uses her sword or channels lightning, upgrade 1 die.

Although the term barracks was misleading as they all just called it the compound, or Valkyrie HQ. Neseled here, concealed in the heart of Reykjavik with all the modern luxuries it hardly seemed like a barrack, still thats what it said on the paperwork.

Her bare feet quietly plodded along the tile floor as she made her way over to a shower hamper in the corner of the room near a stack of towels and removed her sky blue sweat shirt over her head causing her died bubblegum pink hair to cascade over her shoulders, her blonde roots were beguinning to show. As she tossed the garment into the hamper it exposed her bare A-cup bosom to the cool air of the room causing them to peak. Due to her size they were not exactly what you would call a small bust, but her tall waifish figure made them look dainty upon her chest. Next came her navy blue yoga shorts, the tight spandex hugged her althetic figure well and as she removed them to reveal once again nothing underneeth there also was exposed the milky white skin of her toned buttocks.

She made her way over to the farthest shower head on the far wall, wanting to minimise the distance she had to walk between her pre-soak rinse and her dip in the artificial hot-spring they kept here on base; benifits of building your city on one of the worlds largest geothermal hot spots.

As the shower turned on with a rush & hiss her skin pebbled under the sensation as her pink hair began to wilt under the weight of the hot soak.

 

[RedWolf3]

With a abrupt yawn, Freja awoke from her slumber. She slowly began to rise from her bed while rubbing sleep from her eyes, the dawn peeking in from the small windows in her room was angled just perfectly to disturb her rest. That, however, was exactly how she preferred to awake. She did not care for loud alarms and provocative noises, the warm light of day was just enough for her. As she sat in her bed, another yawn resounded from her and she began to draw her shoulders back, in a stretch, and push her ample, bare bosom forward.

She peered around her room for a moment before her attention was drawn back to a stiff figure beneath the sheets, between her legs. A warm grin pulled at the corners of her mouth as she began to remember a fond image from her dreams. 'Good dream.' She thought, musing for a moment before finally turning her body and pushing herself out of the bed. As her feet hit the cool floor a shiver erupted up her body and suddenly she remembered the desire to get a rug to put beside her bed. She crossed her arms in reaction to the cold, underneath her bust. Her first steps found their to the closet; her short, auburn hair shimmering in the light as she moved.

On the back of the closet door she pulled a yellow robe and draped it over her curvy figure. Sighing, she began to push clothing hangers from side to side, pondering on whether she she was more in the mood for something comfortable or flashy.

Then a memory suddenly stopped her, she would dress in neither. She grimaced, today was going to require some more formal attire.

 

[Aphroditus Dionysus]

Birta shut off the shower and tip-toed over to the entrace of the spring as quick as could be.
She entered to find Ingrid already there, her large bosom rising out of the top of the bubbling water in the large tub of geothermal water they all shared.

Being winter the sun had not yet risen, and would not rise untill around noon. Still the faint glimmer of the aurora still lingered in the sky above as the steam rose off of their walled of balcony spa.

"Your up early"
Birta said in Icelandic. Before stepping slowly into the tub to join her cohort Ingrid.