C'est la vie, indeed! ...He smiles as he watches her, his own eyes amused. The sight of her maddening hate and rage threatened to stir up his own emotions, the chaotic madness that was locked deep away under his amusement and whimsical nature. The insanity.

Which wasn't present at the moment, dryness and sarcasm was well-representing his attitude. "That must be the short version of it." He chuckles and smirks to her. "Good! If you gave up that easily, this would be boring, ne? Well..."

His eyes glinted in amusement as he hoisted her up higher, smaller tentacles slipping out of the one holding her by her waist, slipping up under her shirt and beginning to probe around. Just gentle teasing now, a taste of where it was going.

And then he walked off the roof.
Plummeting down with her held in the air, his legs stretched and shot to the ground, coiling rapidly and transferring energy as they pushed downwards. With a grunt and a jolt, he landed, swaying a little as he let his legs become 'human' again, and looked up at her before starting to walk towards the forest...

"But I did promise you something, didn't I? I'll show you where the map was going to indicate... we'll take the scenic route, though." He added with a grin. The tentacle holding her now was joined by a second large one, this one sliding straight up under her shirt until it slid up against her neck and chin, coming back out the other side...

She practically growls, low and deep in her throat, as the thinner tentacles slip underneath the black tank she's wearing - her skin is mostly smooth, but is marred here and there with slight scarring, evidence of a hard life both before and after arriving at Shokushu.

And then he falls off the roof.

"Jesus shitfucking Christ!"

Oh, she's a gentle, wilting flower with her language alright. Revi is literally dropped down off the roof with Iso, momentarily panicking - she's no stranger to diving from heights, there's usually not a monster attached to her as she does it though! She braces for the impact that never comes, kinetic energy absorbed by the beast's bizarre body, adrenaline pouring through her system like wildfire, barely registering his words with her blood roaring in her ears.

That tight black tank is stretched to the point of uselessness as the second larger appendage manages to worm its way inside - she obviously isn't pleased by this, and thrashes in the implacable grip of Iso's, to no real avail. Revi is strong for a girl her size, muscle built from hours of climbing, but she's no superhuman, not in this place.

"Th'hell... the hell are we going..."

The touch of the tentacles isn't more than a basic irritant, making her conscious of his grasp on her body by poking and prodding at her intimates. It also had the unwanted effect of stretching out her tank top, making it hang uselessly around her shoulders as the tentacles playing with her breasts slip back away.

"Hah! That's language I don't often hear! A woman after my own heart, eh?" He teases, carrying her forwards and smirking as the night air whispers across her body and ripples under her clothes. Her struggles seem to amuse him, but he doesn't acknowledge them verbally any more; he's considerably stronger than her, but more importantly she hasn't the leverage to escape. Useless struggles make her thrash in the air, and whenever she braces herself against tentacles they go slack, letting her lose her balance and tumble in midair while his many other limbs maintain their hold.

"We're going to my cave. Thog catch woman, bring her home. See?" His joke does little to reassure her as the light that was shining on her toned limbs and gentle curves becomes blocked by the canopy of the woods. Here, she could not be seen from the dorms, and the unknown darkness stretched out over her limbs and body like hands, branches swallowing the sight of her from the world around her. A sight that may never return...

"Woman beat brains in with convenient rock if not careful."

She mutters the words under her breath, and after she realizes this particular monster is more than happy to give her slack and have her flail around like a complete idiot, she stops her struggles - no sense wearing herself out early, is there? The darkness envelops the pair like a cloak, shielding her already subtle, black-clad self from the campus at large. She's normally at home here, eyes adjusting rapidly to the change in light, and without physical markers to keep track of where she's being hauled - no steps to retrace, and speed being hard to judge the way she's carried - it doesn't take long for the two of them to be quite lost, at least from her perspective. This island was big, big enough to have plenty of spots to disappear to, and to be disappeared in.

Iffy.

It's looking very iffy tonight.

He chuckles a little lightly. "So... ungrateful. You are right, I really should give something to you, given I'm doing all this taking." He pauses, and approaches a tall tree. His tentacles loop around her wrists, hoisting her up, and slinging her over a thick branch. Hanging like that is ignoble for sure, but it gives her more leverage with the tree as a brace.

Given that, escape should be mildly easier. But tentacles begin poking and prodding at her again. One slides quickly under her tanktop, pulling out the neck and looping around one of her breasts. It squeezes her lightly, hefting the breast as if experimenting with a piece of fruit. Another tentacle teases along her belly, tickling the skin before beginning to push under her cutoffs. She sways lightly as he begins, Ico smirking as he looks up at her...

"Thought you were taking me somewhere special, now I'm all disappointed."

She grunts as her wrists are basically lashed to the tree branch, left hanging - fingers will attempt to grasp the branch itself, if she's not hanging too far from it, but after being tossed around she needs a brief instant for her equilibrium to recover. She hisses, feral, as the tentacles revisit her tank, further stretching the formerly-tight garment, wrapping around one of her smallish breasts, squeezing. Hers are firm and supple, just enough there for a handful, typical of the gymnast build she wears so well.

Stretched as it is, the tank offers no protection for the tentacle-on-stomach contact, and while she's not in cutoffs but in tight black jeans tonight, belt beginning to give way for the persistent intruder. She sways, and it pisses her off, black eyes mirroring the dim starlight, full of hate, slow-boiling.

"Hee! True enough. I'll bring you there... I just don't want you to feel lonesome and under-appreciated..." He says with an easy grin, though his words carry a touch of menace now. He tweaks her nipples lightly, watching her grasp for the branch. She's hanging a little low though, and only grasps onto the tentacle that's snared her wrists.

His light teasing begins to become a bit more ardent; two thin tentacle tips snare her nipples and begin to insistently roll and tug on them. The one snaking down her jeans flexes a little, slowly working her jeans off. It takes time and force, but he's patient, a few other tentacles moving to slide the belt without hurting the sensitive flesh housed in her pants.

The glare, interestingly enough, causes him to look away slightly. The creature doesn't meet her eyes, merely walking up and smirking as he slowly works her pants off. He jerks a tentacle to tear away the belt out of the loops completely, and then eagerly her jeans are finally pushed down and any footwear unlaced and removed. Her stretched and pulled tanktop is left loosely hanging on her shoulders.

"You'll thank me later." He says finally, laughing.

"Somehow I doubt that, you piece of shit."

Her jeans are tight, but the monster's insistent burrowing eventually has them around her ankles, then off, along with her cross-trainers and black socks, all dark as night. The thief is left in... well, not much. A stretched, useless black tanktop and a rather plain black pair of cotton bikini panties. She's color-coordinated, if nothing else! Her skin glistens with sweat, and she's infuriated, hurling obscenities in sharp, New York-accented Chinese at the monster as she's molested vigorously, fingers like steel cables wrapped around that tentacle she's able to grasp, digging her short nails in to it.

There is usually a black sportsbra under her tank, but not tonight, the tank itself usually provided enough support for her gymnast's frame... but now she's regretting it, if for no other reason than it'd be one more layer of clothing for the bastard to get through. Her nipples are like little brown pebbles, slowly hardening due to a combination of adrenaline overload and the attention they're receiving, much to the ebon-haired catburglar's displeasure.

He chuckles softly and rasps tentacles across her skin, teasing along her body. His touch is teasing, almost mocking, and he doesn't seem too interested in actually sexing her up seriously, even if his touch is vigorous. With her only in those few items of clothes, he pulls her away from the hanging branch and dangling her in the open air.

With a light hum, he begins to walk deeper into the dark woods. There's a break in the canopy soon enough, causing Revi's sweaty curves to shine in their sheen of sweat. Even with her fingers sunk into the tentacle, it holds her easy and now out, holding her over a lake... it was a small one, still and isolated. One of the many scattered pools in the forest, with a small stream running through it. It's surface was still, resembling glass, and reflected the moon brightly back into the sky.

"See? I told you that you'd thank me." He chuckles lowly, tentacles stroking her full breasts and poking at her hard nipples. "Since things were so one-sided between us, I figure I should give you this booby-prize anyway..." A smaller tentacle slid around both of her mounds, squeezing them together firmly.

A strong breeze caused the foliage to rustle all around them as he held her over the water... then suddenly the tentacle holding her went slack! Before she hit the water, the tentacle stiffened again, causing her feet to smack the still lake audibly, but leaving her jerking and swaying just above the water.

"Oh, it's just what I always wanted! Prime real estate on Hell Island, in the middle of goddamned nowhere! Get real!"

She's pissed, but there's that cold, logical part of her brain that mapped her way back to where her gear was tossed aside - there would be things in that belt that would be difficult to replace, she had to get it back. She's glistening, slight breasts still wrapped in the embrace of his tentacles, dark nipples brought to attention by his relentless massaging and prodding - she hated it, if she could shut off her body's neural response she'd do so, but as it stands she was stuck with what she got. There were days she'd swear they drugged the water in this hellhole, something to draw out arousal where it would normally never be.

"... Booby prize. Clever."

It is entirely possible to give a monster a flat look while hoisted over a lake, breasts mashed together like a porn star. Revi pulls it off in spades.

"Of all the corny one-GAH!"

She's cut off, of course, as she's nearly dunked in to the water, gasping for breath before she'd hit the surface... but she never does. Her feet cause ripples, waves in their wake, and water splashes up her calves.. but that's it. She's left dangling, exasperated, eyes wide.

"What the fuck!"

He cackles at her pissed-off responses and glowering look, letting the laugh die after a few seconds. Her tits continued to be mashed and rolled lewdly, another tentacle sliding out to poke and fondle the heaving flesh as he smirks.

"Hey, could be worse. I could have taken a dramatic flare, proclaimed that you were doomed to the depths, that it was hopless and yada yada... oh, and I'm sorry. I just about dropped you there." His grin broadened as he watched her splash and struggle for a few brief moments, savoring the shock and surprise on her face.

"So, should I just see what I can fish out of the lake with this bait? Or do you wanna see my pad?" He dipped her another inch in, still rolling her breasts around in his grip. "Sorry, it seemed like a good pick-up line at the time... can you swim?" An unnecessary question, she seemed easily built and capable of it... unless she had any irrational fears of it, but she wasn't losing her head yet. The politeness was more meant to be mocking than anything else.

"I don't want to see anything of yours, fuckmonster."

She growls the words out - and yes, she can swim, she's not even going to validate that comment with a response, breasts mashed and groped, nipples at hard, unwanted alert, sensitive flesh mauled by his persistent grip. No sign of hydrophobia either, she's not panicking yet by any means, but her breathing is heavy, eyes narrowed to dark, angry slits as she's lowered down that extra inch, tips of her toes dipping in to the formerly-still pond, tensing her arms and digging her fingers in to that tentacle she's still grabbing - just trying to cause the thing pain, as fruitless as it was. You had to admire her fire, really.. half-naked, hoisted over a lake, basically lost in the middle of nowhere with this sadistic fuckhead toying with her... she still fights.

He whistles and smiles as she thrashes. The tentacle holding her twitching, perhaps in a slight amount of pain. She felt suckers around her wrists as the shape of the tentacle changed, clinging to her still. Perhaps it wasn't as tough and durable as it tried to imply.

Finally, his mischievous smile changed to a delightful one, and he began to walk out. Shoes entered the water first, then pants, and he waded right in. She was held over the lake still, but tentacles slid up one pressing against her lips. Already in to his shoulders, he looked up at her with a faint grin. Somehow, he doubted she wanted squid for dinner.

"Sorry. It's yours now. Ready to take a dip? We'll be under for a bit..."

It's like industrial adhesive, like epoxy the way the things were sticking to her now - there's a brief, feral laugh as she realizes she actually managed to cause the thing some small measure of pain - a hollow victory, that. Those black, hard eyes blink as he steps out on to the water, then in it. He couldn't be serious, could he? From there a squirming feel along her body, then the press of tentacle to her lips, a flash of rage in her eyes.

Oh, her teeth are gritted behind sealed lips. She'd sooner drown than expose herself willingly, and so she glares, slowly shaking her head at him. He did succeed in doing one thing, at least - shut her up. At least for the moment.

He laughs lightly, wriggling his eyebrows. "Oh! The fair maiden is silent and mysterious this eve. Mayhaps she wants her precious décolletage stroked again? Her dimples tweaked? Her toes tickled? Her depths, plundered! Remember, silence is an assent!"

There's a long pause, then he finally responds. "Sorry. How about we just find out how long you are good for. You look pretty athletic. Sound fun?"

Regardless of what she does, he drops into the water, bringing her under with him. He seems rather buoyant, sinking partway into the water, but not all the way. Then his legs break apart, becoming a series of flat tentacles that push him through the water with great speed, Revi being dragged along behind.

Turning to move alongside the bottom, he heads into an underwater cavern, then begins to ascend. It's not a long swim, though he's rather quick. Still, she guesses she'd be able to manage the trip on her own without any real problem; it's more of knowing where to look.

He easily rises up with her, breaching the surface of a large pool. She's pulled free a minute later, water splashing and raining off of her as she's hoisted into the air. The tentacle monster himself climbs out slowly, shaking himself off...

The cavern she's in is large, she sees. And she sees it, because there's a dim light reflecting off one wall of the chamber. It extends off into darkness quite a ways, resembling some sort of subterranean tunnel. She's pretty sure they aren't necessarily deep, but she remembers a large hill the body of water was set against. Combined with that and an entrance at the bottom of a surprisingly deep pool, there's plenty of underground to play with.

The tunnel seems to slant downwards, and she notices a series of shafts leading into the illuminated chamber at different angles; one wall nearby seems to be dense with some sort of reflecting material, moonlight reflecting off the surface and making a shimmering effect that provides her with the light necessary to see down here. Also, it's probably why the air isn't stale here; she can hear the wind whistling from the passages, though not enough to create a real breeze. It's cool, she notes, and there's the faint sound of dripping moisture from further down the tunnel.

"Here! So what do you think? Nice pad... I have another couple crawl-spaces though. Since our little competition was so unfair... so do you want this place? The rent's cheap."